He worked on it night and day. His design. It was well made. Too well made. Dangerous. A liability. What was he thinking? It cannot be freed now. It's too much for this world. Must be contained. Separated. Isolated. Ostracized. It will not understand its own fate. It'll fight back. It'll find a way out of this prison of our making. But it's the only way, we can't kill it. Only it, can kill us.