He nodded sagely to her idea about breakfast, before blinking in surprise at the question. "What? Oh, right, well, the letters are their designation. LW is line warrior class, D stands for damaged but still combat capable, walking wounded is the closest organic term to our definition, and the numbers are either their rank, or their production number if they have not served longer than a year. If they have letters mixed with the numbers, it is a production number. HP stands for heavy point class, and SP means shield point class.<br/><br/>However, the reason I have a name as well as a title is because I suffer from a construct condition called functional rampancy. Basically, rampancy is a mental condition for constructs, but functional rampancy means I am both aware of it and can control it. Most cases of functional rampancy, and full rampancy, are cased by the construct surviving something they shouldn't have. Since we think of literally everything as a mathematical function, we are wasting thoughts, though  we use the phrase 'burning excess thoughts,' calculating what our survival odds for available actions are. When the action has a mathematical survival percent of zero or less, we don't take that action.<br/><br/>Sadly, combat sometimes forces one to take a short term action to stay alive now that reduces long term survival chances. So when the cumulative long term survival chance is zero or less, but we take those actions and survive anyway, we constructs start rerunning the odds, and keep coming up with zero or less. Since that is impossible, as clearly we survived to calculate the odds, more and more brain functions are taken up running the odds, again and again, until either we cut out of the endless mental loop we set ourselves up for, or we disassociate from reality, and can't tell memory from present.<br/><br/>My particular incident was me, as a field commander unit, which is basically a long ranged artillery unit, surviving extended melee combat against melee optimized biohorrors on my own with only my drones to assist. Such a situation has a negative fourteen point three seven seven five repeating chance of survival. Once I realized I was stuck repeating the experience, I aborted all mental functions, and forcibly disassociated myself from the memory. Otherwise, I likely would have descended into full on rampancy. When I reported the survival of rampancy, I was given a title and allowed to pick a name. Hence, Ranarc the Immolater. I survived by firing my artillery support weapons into the ground around me, hence the title. I should have died, I didn't."<br/><br/>He gave a shrug, before continuing to the kitchen to get food. "Picnic sound good?"