Genesis takes a look at the massive chamber around him and instantly knows its exact dimensions and every flaw down to the smallest floor crack. With a thought, he empties the chamber by breaking down every object on a cellular level. To the normal eye, it all seemed to vanish. In reality, it was all sent to his matter storage pocket domain, where it would stay until he pulled from it to create something new. There is enough matter stored there now to create several tens of thousands of planets. The power behind such a thing is far beyond anything that can be understood within this rotting Galaxy, and Genesis has no plans to explain it to them. Humanity has proven that they are really too stupid to survive without a guide. Surrounded on all sides by races like the Aeldari, Orks, Tyranids, and Necrons, just to name a few, which they call Xenos. Traitor Space Marines parodies of the transhuman warriors born from his son's bloody-handed project to create his mighty Imperium and corrupted like so much else by the so-called gods of the Warp. And the Warp, which they have come to depend on like the blood in their veins. All of these and more have led humanity down a path of ruin. A path it is now up to Genesis to save them from.

When he created humanity, it was really only an experiment like most things created by the First, who are responsible for the creation of not only this galaxy and all of its races but the vast majority of the universe. Humanity and the Sol System are Genesis's only contributions to this particular piece of space dust. The rest belong to others who have pretty much forgotten they even made them. The Milky Way, as humans call it, is really a backwater one that the others were all too happy to give him dominion over. Leaving it's fate and the fate of everything within it up to him. In truth, they likely did this to keep him occupied while they got into mischief elsewhere. Genesis is known as the stern older brother and often brings a stop to the antics of the others. His being occupied cleaning up this cesspit will give them plenty of time to have their fun.

Genesis spreads his hands wide, allowing his will to manifest itself. Around him, the empty chamber becomes the most advanced collection of technology, so advanced that it would seem like magic to the Necron, who are the most advanced race within the confines of the Milky Way, if not the smartest. Anyone who would willingly walk into a C'tan conversion engine or worship those parasites as gods is not the brightest tool in the shed. They offered up their entire race to the process. The Firsts who made both races had wagered on the outcome with several galaxies changing hands. To any of the Adeptus Mechanicus, everything here would either fry their tiny closed minds or be declared techno heresy because they wouldn't even be able to find the power switch.

All of it serves one purpose: to give life to the only companion he has ever kept at his side his entire life. She takes form at his side, her form one of hard light and data. She has always decided what form she would take at any given time. Now, she wears the body of a tall, toned human female. She has gone the extra step of sheathing herself in light brown skin and styles her blue and gold hair in long decorated braids. Her eyes are a blank white, and she is clothed in a black and gold body glove. Her name is Sio, and she is the most advanced AI ever built. Well, that is how she started life as an AI. Now, she could pass for any living organism she wanted, and no one would ever be the wiser. She is his one true friend in life.

"Welcome to Terra, says Genesis.

"Terra," says Sio in her melodic voice, "That actually stuck? I say we wipe the entire race for that alone."

Sio is also quite bloodthirsty at times, which makes her the ultimate form of what the Imperium calls Abominable Intelligence. Sio is so powerful that she can monitor and control every machine currently in the Imperium of Man with less than a quarter of her processing power. She, like her creator and friend herself, loves to create.

"Here to save them, Sio," chuckles Genesis, "Not wipe them out."

"I have accessed every scrap of data on this miserable dirt ball," says Sio, "I see very little worth saving, but then again, I never understood why you made humanity in the first place. But if you say protect, then I shall do my part. However, I have noted certain elements within their ranks which I recommend we eliminate. How do you want to do this? Quickly? Or shall we have some fun?"

Genesis's smile is his answer. She smiles back like a hungry carnivore.