Frankenstein, 1917
From the moment that I had first heard of the discoveries of Dr. Frankenstein I was intrigued. To reanimate the dead? To create something greater, perhaps, than the sum of its parts? That, it could be said, was exactly what we needed.
The good general, understandably, was not convinced of the merits of my plan, but nevertheless allowed me to carry it out.
When he saw what I had created in my laboratory his eyes grew large, and his mouth slack. "What," he asked in horror, "is it?".
An understandable question, considering the fact that it was nearly eight feet tall, of a horrid greenish yellow color, and stank of a million battles fought with no victor.
"This, my good sir," I replied, quite pleased with myself, "is how we will defeat the Germans."
Then, he regained his composure and asked, "Impressive, indeed. However, there is only one. Surely this thing cannot defeat the Kaiser's entire army by itself?"
I could feel a wry smirk appear on my face. "True, there is only one. Until you help me get the funding and the parts to make more. And not just a few. We can make as many as you want."
"Hundreds?"
"Thousands. Millions. It doesn't matter as long as we have the parts."