The red dragon stepped back, into the darkness, the vigorous glow bouncing off his grinning face, proud with fiery passion as once agian he breaks new ground in his own reserved room. Ethnicity puzzles him wildly, unsure of what terror lies ahead, blinded by his own white abode. With just a push of a button, he could create new sentience, a New life inside of a cold polished exoskeleton, powered by pure energy. Total efficiency, a new creation and maybe, a new friend. The creator pulses life into his newborn, the huge heap hissing and grinding as for the first time it sees light. The red ones tail wags with excitement as the grey metal creature lift itself with ease, like phosphate. 6 red eyes look keenly on its "father" checking his might and power, for one to create such a thing could be considered a deity. This was not the case, the machine buzzed and considerd its insignificant overlord, something so tiny cannot be fit for a better future. It was to make the assumption, that there was a hierarchy, and it was first in line. And it would teach its underlings in the most unusual way. A method so mad, it could make you laugh.