If you want something done right...

It was the strangest thing I had ever seen, with tubes and wires coming out of its every nook and cranny. Steam circulated through its copper veins and escaped through its metallic mouth, as it pronounced the name of its master, over and over. It slowly dragged itself towards me, its multiple limbs wobbling around awkwardly, scratching the floor and the walls with a screeching sound. And I just stood there, admiring it. The work of a mad man, a scientist, a genius.

A rival.

And that’s when they hit me. The creative juices, that is. Ideas raced through my mind, designs, wrench sizes and bolts! I had to construct. I had to build. I had to create life. I knew all too well that it was pointless to resist this urge, even in a dire situation like this one, where I may very well get my skull bashed in by this… this excuse of an automaton.

Yes, yes! I could now see its flaws. The leaking pipes, the lack of oiling in the joints, its weak knees and elbows! I could make it better, I could make it PERFECT. And I had all the tools I needed.

Without a second thought (second thoughts are for fools!) I leaped onto the beast’s back, wrench in hand, genius in mind, and began my work. It struggled, of course, but how could it hope to resist my intellect when even I could not achieve such a feat? Nuts to bolts, screws to threads, clanking and puffing… and I was done.

I was done and all I could do was laugh. I laughed and I laughed until I couldn’t laugh anymore… and then I laughed some more.

“Now then,” I patted the beast’s head as it howled my name, “shall we pay a certain someone a visit?"