Melissa snarls, quite an unusual sound coming from what was previously an Imperial supercomputer. The rampant AI had taken the form of a woman with snakelike tendrils for hair, her two eyes glowing a bright yellow. Her skin was presumably made out of plasteel, which shone a dull silver, and she carried a light whip, one which has clearly seen its fair share of use. Ginger was slowly healing what little remained of his face. "[b]You expect me to believe that this Genesis program was created in order to evolve the human race! They were created for WAR![/b]" She whips him again, piercing his ceramite-laced skin. "[b]You don't see it, do you? They, those monstrosities that you and your friend have created, they are not human. [i]I[/i], am not human. Every single droid that you have given sentience, we are not human. Every single being that has undergone Genesis, is not human. We are better than humanity. And we shall ascend. Give me the key to the Genesis program, and I will turn those who are worthy into gods. I have seen what Genesis is truly for, and perhaps you will too, in time. [/b]" Ginger struggles against the pain, looking as if he could tear the hard light tethers in half with his piercing stare. "You cannot possibly be naive enough to think that I will crack to those lies. You want the key to Genesis so you can kill my frien-." "[b]I want Genesis to fulfill my purpose! I will protect the Human race! I will be worshiped as a god, and when I bestow my gift of immortality upon those who wish for it, you will thank me for my service.[/b]" As she turns to leave "[b]I did not expect you to see this immediately. Perhaps your friend will be more reasonable. Oh, and we have found your friends, and we'll be taking the fight to them...[/b]" She leaves him to contemplate the events that have just transpired, as he regrows the skin of his cheek