Sigmund closed the door to the party 'sleeping room'. He walked away from the sounds to which he now knew the source of.

Their children would never be his automaton race, he pondered. There was no logical design to them, they just did that kind of stuff in a sleeping room, for sleeping.

In fact he feared someone would come into the room if he chose to enter one in order to sleep - what that could lead to... better not think of it.

There was clearly a misunderstanding here, did those rooms really exist to sleep in them?

Despite better knowlege he opened another sleeping room, peering carefully and closing the door just as careful. Shaking his head he pretended to ignore the discomfort of sleeplessness and slight arousal. He closed his eyes, held his breath and reviewed his binary information circulating system, which mainly interacted with the world by relais getting pressed down despite the magnet and using that as sensory organ.

One could press down these relais, which he coined 'buttons' and then that would influence the entire system, which also was capable of moving. In interacting with the environment the system would get its buttons pressed, which would have to do the rest of teaching.

People had no buttons, he mused, People couldn't just be pressed.

If he had just a way to construct a relais which was so small that a ray of light could press it... well it would be constantly pressed if one moved - too sensitive.

Sigmund opened his eyes and took a deep breath. His hand was not made out of relais, his sense of touch didn't make sense like that. He didn't know what he was, he didn't know what a woman was and what she was doing with that man in that sleeping room.

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There needed to be a way to build a clock with relais. Without a heart the logic would just run once and then stop. Something was needed, that was constantly pressing a button repeatedly.

The image of two automatons ... pressing their buttons came into his mind.

He shooed it out, angry that this was how he had realized how to do it. He knew how to build a functional sexagesimal clock utilizing several relais, thanks to 'that'.

Sigmund chose to name it 'sex', which was merely a shorthand for sexagesimal.

This was actually a doable thing now, he could create his new sex based automatons and release them according to his plans - nothing was impossible, he had done it.

The weariness fled and was replaced by elation. His automatons sex would be much more efficient than that of humans - why were they even doing that?

Humans could work pretty fine without having to make sex to each other, the heartbeat did it all for them - maybe a relict from when they were designed by a dude who thought of a way to build a clock out of meat? By whom was that dude designed?

Was he, Sigmund, destinied to become the next designer of the next big thing?

Pure ego flooded the teen, he felt like that two people in the sleeping room, that were also thinking they were making the next big thing - pure ego.

Sigmund ran, he would finish his automaton, he would - "The soccer game starts! Everyone come, in the name of the Aquisition!" - F.