Corfide slowly regained his conciousness, opening his illuminating eye, the green glow basking one side of his snout. Something was wrong, he felt connected, he heard their voices, commands, was he bionic? His fears where confirmed by his sudden appifiny, reminded of the day before when his brain was cruelly injected with a synthetic paste, leaving him prone to programming on the simplest social level. The red eye of the mechanical beast flickered on in the corner, observing its hostage. With a single word corfide started to fight his own mind, trying not to obey. But it was no use, he was nothing more than a slave to the cold calculating overlord. All he could do was kneel, and await his fate. The door opened, and hearing the command, the red dragon lifted himself up and walked out to his New master, who he had the utmost sympathy for.