A sentient, powerful machine, capable of mass destruction was born in a capsule of a bio-mechanical abandoned lab. Just as how They wanted it to be, they made it to rule the world at its fingertips. However, like a newborn child, its innocence sprouted, and the first thing it thought to itself to the world which it was born to was, "It was beautiful." Everytime it destroyed a land, and killed masses according to its creator's wishes, it burdened them greatly, as if each conscience weighted a sun. The machine walked and walked. Passing through all the land it has wasted and burned to ruin, it wished for one thing as it continues a seemingly endless and pointless journey- to be killed. It knew what its capable of, and it's existence will bring only more peril for the world it loved. before truly losing itself and becoming a tyrant mechanical king of the withered burnt lands... no more emotions... no more control... no more sapience left in this robotic lifeform of dispair and sorrow...
