*Axel, at fourteen*
It had taken far too long to design the incredible new work of genius that I named the PAK. I must have been perfecting its design for seven revolutions now! It had a very nice, sleek half-sphere shape, or rather like half of a 3D oval. It was my greatest work yet. I had equipped it with lots of technology, such as the spider-legs feature. I didn't really bother to test the PAK before turning it on. But that part didn't really matter, as it did exactly as expected. It latched on to my back and dug twin cables on either side of my spine. I felt it lightly hum with power, as my personality and mind threaded through it.
I was sure that my prototype was exactly as good as I would ever need the PAKs to be. I began making more PAKs. Each one, desperate for a host, tore through the wall and searched for civilians.
Satisfied with my work, I stood. I looked out upon the Irkens below, and as my house was on a slight elevation, I could see quite a distance either direction, but in clear focus. I could see that several Irkens had PAKs attached, and those that did seemed to be bouncing with energy. They had developed personalities; exactly as was expected.
But I was not satisfied entirely. I needed everyone to be changed; not a mere few. With my PAK attached to me, I felt without fear. I would destroy the Irkens' current way of life, but all for the greater good.