A few seconds before the weapon fired, Frankie saw a strange reaction in his body.  Strange letters and sigils, things that had been carved into him when he first was created began to start crawling to the surface of his skin.  "They didn't!"  Frankie hissed, as a catastrophic flash of light proved to him that mankind HAD in fact dared.<br/><br/>There had been several research programs Frankie was not privy to the details of.  He had thought that nobody would be stupid enough to try and recreate the experiments of the late 18th century.  Hadn't they learned enough from the defeat of the British Empire?  The fall of the French Monarchy?  There was no sin man could commit greater than the creation of artificial life.  The golem briefly considered whether the servants of the Dark God could have built something of that nature, but soon realized that he'd turned over the very last copies of the necessary rituals to the DPDS.  And yet some damned fool scientist had to go and see for himself whether the rumors were really true.<br/><br/>Frankie opened up a secure channel to the commander, letting the static hiss for a bit while he gathered his emotions.  When he finally spoke, his tone was calm, but filled with an inner malice.  "And ye wicked, who sow only death, shall reap what you sow."  He hissed, walking slowly through the camp as civilians and soldiers alike ran in panic.  "Cancel that longbow strike.  I need to handle this situation personally."  Frankie looked over at his Tesla Coil, noting that it had charged up to maximum power.  It was a rather appropriate piece of equipment really.  He opened a circut to accumulate the tiniest extra charge, letting the energy flow through his body.  Sparks lanced over him as he became part of the generator, the runes that had been brought to the surface fading as he crackled with energy.<br/><br/>Finally, Frankie reached the edge of the crater created by Elohim, and stared out across the ruined capitol at a mechanical killing machine, and her strange dark companion.  "I don't suppose you two happen to be concerned citezens only slightly estranged from the DPDS too?"  He asked the question in jest.  Yet his eyes reflected an intense energy.  The man stood at the lip of the crater, paying no attention to the bleeding and moaning individuals thrown across the crater by the massive blast.  This day was starting to look worse than that row he'd had with the Shelleys.