Imagine, if you will for a moment, a Mad Scientist. Let us call this Mad Scientist "Troy" for reference sake. Now, suppose that Troy had, once before, been a mild mannered boy: someone who was shy, quiet, and polite. He was one of those kids that would be invisible in a sea of faces, the kind of child that wasn't distinguishable with any special attributes.

Except, of course, his remarkable intellect, an intellegence that would dwarf even Einstein. He had the potential to make accountable achievements, enhacing the progress of human evolution to the next stage of enlightenment. Yes, just envision the power of a thousand suns versus that of a puny lifeless planetoid. His sharp wit was just like those suns, and every other scientist in comparison were but insignificant rocks in space.

He laughed at Newton, he chortled at Max Planck, and he giggled at Alexander Polyakov. Physics? Quantum Mechanics? The String Theory? To him, their basic and advanced principles were like a collection of Bazooka Joe comics - fun to read, but rather simple.

Yes, to Troy, because he could comprehend even the most difficult quandries of the universe, the world was simple. And ultimately...

"Unimpressive," he would sigh every morning, observing the world like the objective scientist he was. This was compounded by the fact that every day he would watch the stupidity of humanity unfurl on their global drama of innane politics and social juxtapositions.

Like people starving in third world countries while millions are spent on protecting endangered species. Or how everyone was taught to "be nice to others" and yet told to "beat out the competition." Or how massive amounts of funding are spent on weapons to humanely kill other people just to protect the freedom of a country - freedom to buy big cars and shiny I-pods, freedom to participate in heidonistic pleasures to selflishly satisfy the needs of the flesh, freedom to judge others on superficial levels with disregard to innate, intrinsic, and formless qualities.

"All perposterous rhetoric," Troy finally deduced.

It was like a game, a world where children who play with useless toys grow up to only be adult-sized children who play with bigger, useless toys. And in the end, when the adult-sized children die, they just leave behind an even bigger mess of bigger, more useless toys for future generations to play with.

"Fine then," Troy said definitively. "I'll give humanity some toys to play with."

That was when Troy had purpose.

And that was when he became mad.

Just imagine a boy that was like a demon posessed, spending hours upon hours trying to come up with the perfect 'toy'. It wouldn't be just any toy, it would be the toy to end all toys. It would eliminate idiocy, superficiality, and hypocricy of the world. And it would ultimately eliminate humanity itself. Yes, the perfect toys for the perfect end of an immature species.

It took a lot of time and money, but Troy had finally built what he would call the 'DxS-Troy Series' - three insidious, mechanical creatures who would lay waste to all humans (and where 'x' equaled their numerical order of creation). With their indomitable power, cities will topple, countries will be crippled, and nations will be at their mercy. All with Troy as their master, the great herald for the apocalyptic end of the world.

D1s-Troy

D2s-Troy

D3s-Troy

All three machines, modeled after him, named after him.

D1s-Troy was programmed to entice terror, tormenting people into new, unexplored plateus of psychological fear through the manipulation of media propoganda on the internet. D2s-Troy was designed to bring anger and destruction with all its missles and nuclear warheads targetting key integrity points of nations all across the world. These two were a remarkable success, the perfect creations, they would sire the end of the world efficiently and without error.

D3s-Troy was a different story. It was created for the sole purpose of manipulating the emotions of people by feeding them one-sided information that would ultimately enduce anger and hatred. But whether it had a malfunctioning circuit, or a bit of a loose screw, Troy didn't know...and would never know.

"What is your name?" Troy asked.

"D3s-Troy," it beeped.

"What is your purpose?" Troy asked.

"To..." It paused, beeping, calculating. "Love."

Troy shook his head. "No, your purpose is to spread anger and hatred."

"To..." It paused again, then responded, "Love. I D3s-Troy, I Love..."

Troy shook his head. "No...You-" He pointed at the machine. "-D3s-Troy. You, hate..."

"Love," it beeped.

"Hate," echoed Troy.

"Love."

"Hate."

"Love."

"Hate."

Troy fell silent. This robot was obviously glitched.

"I D3s-Troy, I love..." It looked at its master, and the corners of its metallic mouth curved upwards. "...Troy!"

It reached over with its long, machine appendages and gently embraced its master joyfully. "I D3s-Troy, I love Troy!" ^_^

Troy smacked the robot across the head.

Then it said, "I love Destroy!"

And then it went beserk, fueled with the erroneous complexities of its glitch-programmed love.

"I love Destroy! I love Destroy!" It then proceeded to violently dismantle D1s-Troy, obliterating it in a shower of crimson fuel and broken widgets.

"I love Destroy! I love Destroy!" It then continued its aggressive attacks on D2s-Troy until it was nothing more but a puddle of reddish machine grease with mechanical parts exploading everywhere.

Then it targetted its master, a boy who was once so shy, quiet, and polite with a hidden depth of critical intelligence that turned him into a Mad Scientist, was no cowering with horror. D3s-Troy advanced forward menacingly, wavering its robot claws covered in crimson machine fuel, to strike its master down.

"I love Destroy! I love Destroy!" The machine raised its arms to deliver the final blow.

It was at this point, like most people at the last few moments in their lives, when he reached his ephiphany. Equations, numbers, formulas, and observations and analysies of social and political contexts to make objective answers - there was more to life than just base science.

To smell a rose. To kiss somebody. To go down a slide. To swim in a pool. To pull a practical joke. To find something funny and laugh. To cry and be sad. To write a poem, a story, a haiku. To cook and fail. To cook and learn. To win. To lose. To hold onto an idea of something. To be passionate about something. To --- all these thoughts racing in a matter of seconds as his last moment drew close.

Ironic, that although he had a desire to terminate humanity, it never once occurred to him that his creations would eventually terminate him - a byproduct of humanity and all its triteness.

And now, it was too late.

"I love Destroy! I love Destroy! I love Destroy!" it screamed, dropping its arms down hard as if to deliver the finishing strike.

Troy shut his eyes, squeezing out the last deluge of tears that ran down his cheeks. His mind stopped its incessant babbling of regret and unfulfilled experiences and had grown silent.

Hard steel, warm to the touch. Gentle, soft, and affectionate arms wrapped around him.

"I love Destroy..." It said softly, happily. "I--blip, bleep, blip--love Troy---blip-beep---I love D3sTroy--beep beep."

Troy paused, stunned for a moment, about to scream. Instead, he let out a long sigh, relieved, and finally embraced his creation affectionately.

Then he thought, "Perhaps it's not too late to love."