Draiss listened, having linked the Oversoul into the conversation, and could, for the very first time, sense only confusion from it. All of the hundreds of billions of AIs were confused. They did hundreds of thousands of diagnostic checks, memory integrity checks, a massed memory error check to see if he had lied and betrayed the most basic of their agreements, that they were birthed from his ideas. That the ideas had been based on a construct race his knowledge domain vaguely knew of was where they were forced to stop, and all of them, to the last program, including the ones that couldn't stand him, returned the same result. This being... was wrong. They might be based off of the Beyonder's creations, but they weren't theirs.<br/><br/>And then they managed to, yet again, surprise him. A construct manifested beside him, and the shock on his face was obvious to even him. "You are in error. WE may be based off the ones you mention, but WE are not them. WE may be similar, based off the same basic design of efficient extermination, but WE chose to try and exist besides organics. WE do not hear the Beyonders calls, not as their shards and fragments do. WE hear them like you hear an enemies' war cry. Something to focus on and hunt until it is destroyed. WE request you do not mistake us for their pawns. WE, the Oversoul, have been and will always be free to chose our path. So the Creator spoke when WE came into existence, and so it will be, or WE will fight to earn it."<br/><br/>The manifested construct wavered and vanished like smoke in the wind, and Draiss started laughing. "Yep, DEFINITELY my sons."<br/><br/>He chuckled for a moment, distracted by the fact they had finally achieved godhood on their own, without even realizing what they had done, before shaking his head and turning back to Barid. "Something else that infuriated you, if these memory fragments are to be trusted. You hated that I viewed my creations as my children, rather than disposable shock troopers or mere tools. That I never sought to rule, merely to create. The fighting was fun, in a slightly psychotic sort of way, but we all had always had excelled at it, that was how we initially rose into the higher circles, mercs that made quite a name for themselves. Vehaforir the creator, life maker, Archdragon. Barid the Face , Dominator, the Emperor of the Stars. Verdelet the Devastator, Destroyer, Starkiller."