The Gremlins are the Pandoran Mockery of the Unfleshed.
The Gremlins begin their existences with a horrible, metallic screeching sound, often scampering away in a shower of sparks and Flux. They immediately seek out high concentrations of technology and begin cannibalizing them, ripping away chunks of circuitry, hydraulic systems and whatever else they need to complete their transformations.
They are more than capable of continuing to hide and flee while they do this, knowing full well that they are at their most vulnerable during this pupal stage. But eventually, depending on the availability of resources, they complete their self-construction. And then, there is only the hunger.
Gremlins are mechanical, like their Promethean counterparts. However, where the Divine Fire blessed the Unfleshed with a human shape, the Gremlins are the exact opposite, being horribly inhuman creatures of jagged edges and glass shards, slick with oil and hunger.
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- PTC: Saturnine Night, p. 63
