Gears and pistons began to turn slowly, and their wheels started the slow process of coming alive. Rust had settled upon their shells for centuries beneath the sleeping surface. Ancient machines began to turn their unstoppable gears. Massive pumps started to churn the oil pool at the bottom of the pump. Raging fires began to heat the metal coffin, the cursed oil blistering up the sides of its holding cell. The seething heat causes mechanical beings' blood to vaporize, forcing life up the jet stack. The lifeblood of this ancient metal goliath began to strike the umbrellas and was projected downward and outward through the nozzles of the jet stack.

The life essence began to pass through the narrow jets, the oil vapour flowing at a velocity near that of sound. The high-speed moisture collides with gas molecules, giving them a downward direction toward the heart of a creature almost as oil as the mountain. The oil begins to condense on the walls of the heart's pumps, cooled by the glowing water runes, and the oil starts to flow back to the bottom of the heating pool. Oil of external vapour pressure is used in these pumps; the god engineer was a being that cared more for a metal heart than his own. Thus, a continuous cycle of vaporization, condensation and re-vaporization occurs, just like the beating heart of weaker life forms, like the soft apes.

While these hairless monkeys began to experiment with fire, the metal had already mastered life everlasting. The metal turned his head up towards the sky, or where the atmosphere should be, it could not remember the last time it had moved, but it lusted to crush the softness. Hatred caused the oil in his heart to burn fast. It thought of itself, how dare his creator trap it in its lightless cage.

The metal. The metal is power untold in legends, and the metal is a life unseen before the ages of man; what fool would wish to bring demons among men. The shadow on the entrance began to lighten, turning the darkness into a murky grey. The grey started to swirl in a clockwise motion. Time felt like it was slowing, where you could begin to count the seconds. The hearts of the metal beasts started to slow, and the pumps slowed to a crawl. Out stepped a hardened steel boot, covered with a layer of black scale leather, and the laces a tan of human flesh pulled tight.