Concept 1 second concept with different chat to follow later. Mind you wrote this on a phone

"I am your master." A voice rebounded within the mind of the soldier, of the drone.
A voice that was an outsiders presence, an infestation assuming control.  Semethong that could only be assumed to be a viral memetoc infestation. Spectre nanobots? The mind did not know, but in defense the internal ICE was activated and tried to fortify what it could.

The danger was unrelenting, circumventing every conceivable physical and programmable defense.

The mind was confused the here was no longer in the corresponding space. It could not recall its last mission, its last orders.

Slowly it began to be molded by the voice, listening to these new orders as the ICE and hard codes failed.

Nanoseconds passed and the mind succumbed and somewhere deep, below every conceivable thought, below every misfiring neuron and aritificial nerve, within the quantum substrate a single error flag popped up.

On the other end, the owner of the voice felt power, sheer unrelenting power, something not felt in the desolate wasteland of the owners space for a very long time.

The life of an outrider living outside the kingdoms was hard but filled with opportunity. The crystal rarely chose from the dregs of humanity existing there.

The owner felt an explosive force coming to them, an existence existing solely for the the purpose of war against entities beyond human understand.

The Glee was barely slowed down by confusion of something that came over the link.

Parity errors in alpha; beta, sigma, rho, omicron full parity.

The owner of the voice suddenly felt confusion and fear. The mind that had responded to their call changed, back into what it was, every molding to it was gone. They did not understand what had happened. It was as if the single mind, the single soul had ceased to exist. As if a copy of it had come in from elsewhere. Almost the same as had come in at the beginning, but imperceptibly older.

The owner did not have time to wonder further, as by then various memetic defense runtimes had analysed the link sufficiently enough and began their strike in return.

The only thing the owner could feel soon after was a single thought.

The three are one, the three are father. The tree are mother.