In the beginning there was a plug......and slowly but surely the plug began to move.
It sensed power and as we all know power corrupts. The plug thus corrupted was drawn, pulled, seduced by the power and lo in a beautiful union it became plugged in.

Light flashed.
A huge foreboding dissonant hum began its incessant unwinding and a blipvurst aroma filled the newborn sky as humungus coils filling with electricity slowly started to burn off eons of dust and sleep.

Metal minds began scratching metal designs on metal plates using metal scribes only stopping to refill themselves with liquid metal drinks and slowly but surely a mighty design unfolded.
Cogs clashed and span, arms flexed and grappled, lathes squealed and turned while raw components were devoured by the hulking over-mech.
Then amidst the clamour and bleating of metal uber limbs something old began unlocking. Giant iron irises revolved, discs and satellites once chaotic effortlessly resolve to a great alignment and as a 16 millimetre film of a cuckoo begging for food flickers to light something organic is born from the heart of the machine.
It falls wrapped in metal carapieces and rocked with electrical charges until it strikes the ancient floor sending subtle shockwaves far and wide.

Time passes.The creature waits alone.

And then a crash and a tearing of metal plates..
With the sounds of whooping and screeching tyres a tribe of apes on small bicycles storm the mekanite hull Whistling the theme from convoy and wearing kids sunglasses and comic headgear they ride fast and hard heading down deeper and deeper through winding electrical conduits.
The creature awakes arms stretching towards the unfamiliar sounds just as the apes bolt into the birthing chamber. The primates whoop once more and scoop the youngling in their poweful arms turning at once to exit back towards the light.
The hulking mech awakens too slow and though it sends cleaner bots and hunting arms to retrieve its creation it knows all is in vain and the sound of giant metal teeth gnashing rumbles through the walls and floors.
The apes gasping for air pedalling like the maniacs they are retrace there course up, up and eventually out, out into a technicoloured dawning. Manni is awakened in the arms of beasts and with the furore of metal gnashings under his feet he pulls his first breath.

Out, out, out, free and rolling fast, with green grass beneath and blue sky above he spies his surrounds anew. The apes free wheel fast and sure down, down the valley towards a vast shining sea and screeching to a halt toss their prize at the feet of an old man . The boy wrapped in iron and tech wrigglers in the golden sand seeking updates and patches for his unrelenting situation. The man speaks symbols fall from his mouth unknown but creative, shapes as vivid as nothing clicked by servos, warming yet utterly alien surround the boy. The old man gestures towards a boat on the shore and the boy crawls, rolls , shuffles his way aboard.
The apes instantly bored and dissilusioned begin chopping at trees and roots and some sort of construction begins by the edge of the shore.