BRIGHT!- oh, was it a sight to behold! Ne'er before had technology risen to such heights, and yet you call me evil? The endless hours had enhanced my thoughts- not tired them- not wasted them. Above all was my sense of creation: I could clone all things in the realms of men and the kingdoms of the computer. I could bring Hell too, but I would not, I should not. How may you call me evil? Stand vigilant, and listen to my tale- a tale of glory and of the triumph of mankind, and tell me again that you can call me evil.
As for when the superstition came upon me, I cannot say. All I can say is that it gripped itself- oh! such an iron grip- on my shoulders, like King Kong on the Empire State Building. It implored me, night and day, as I slaved away with the technology of the Past! No! Help there was none. Blueprint there was none. But ambition- I knew I would not and will not stay in the Past. And yet you call me evil? Oh, but when you saw what I would sacrifice for humankind to move into the future, you could not call me evil.
Now here is the point. You think me unmoral. Unmoral men have no goal nor process. But you should have seen me- how cautiously I circled over the head of the young man. That man, the young lion of our science world. Hate I do not hold. He has never slandered me, and when we first made our game we worked very well. For his position I had no desire. For his money I had no desire. I think it was his child! The newly-born child to his lovely wife, who cried like it was the end- oh, how much I was disturbed by those high-pitched peals. I had no such parents. My father died young, the ripe age of 40. I had never known him. But yes, the sickle of Death himself had unwillingly manifested itself within him. It might become a treatable disease, they tell us. It might become a treatable disease. So my mother raised me, but I had barely come out of university before she started losing her mind. The mood swings- they were violent, and the forgetfulness was frightening. Then her feet, the pedestals on which she walked- they no longer functioned well! She walked awkwardly, without any rhythm, and hobbled like a useless old man, and soon too she could but stare at me with her eyes. It might become a treatable disease, they tell us.
And so I went to work with the zeal of a hero! The Past would be forgotten. The young man was the one who was evil- I only wanted to release the true potency of human evolution! Ha! Would a villain have copied the greatest traits of all the players? He spoke about uniquity, how it would lose its selling-point. I speak about the future, where Man frightens Mother Nature and not the other way around! A future where all the pawns on the field can pass with complete accuracy, can dribble like flowing water, can shoot like the guns on the Somme. And yet you call me evil?
One day I could not stand it anymore. I sent in my squad- oh! what professionals! The lion escaped, but the lady did not, thus the lion had become a lone wolf with one lonely cub. This was the future of human evolution. A world where everyone was stronger. I know what will come of that. Soon there shall be no pairs of unique hands and feet. The strongest will make us stronger! And lo! behold, a Pair of Four Feet!