INSIDE OF THE GALACTIC LABORATORY, SECTOR 14234

Mechanical arms working unceasingly, furnaces burning with the fires of hell smelting metals hard enough to contain a supernova, robot-like assistants recording everything that happened: This was indeed the legendary Stellar Laboratory, the very same laboratory that all galactic empires constantly seeked out. Inside of this futuristic laboratory there was a single entity that could be called 'living'.

A giant shadow shifted, revealing a scaled face. A body as large as a small city and scales though enough to withstand basically anything, this figure was indeed what us modern-day humans would call a dragon. 

With a voice powerful enough to shatter glass and kill a person just by how loud it was, the dragon called out "X-1, report!"

A multi-armed robot immediately appeared in front of the dragon out of nowhere, bowing and answering "Master, the central core of Project D.O.G has been completed. The last thing we need is to activate your own part, master." 

Humming in affermation, the great dragon rose from it's sleeping spot, making the planet-sized spaceship tremble with it's mere footsteps.

With the multi-armed robot directing it, the dragon arrived inside of a relatively small room. It could barely fit inside, and yet, this small room contained enough hope that it threatened to overload.

At the center stood a Lifewater tank, and inside said tank was a grey cube, looking rather plain.

The dragon looked at the cube with an affectionate gaze, caressing the glass surrounding it with it's huge claws. 

"Indeed... I suppose I should pray to whatever higher existance there is that my theory will work..."

Closing it's eyes, the dragon willed for the events that would change the universe forever to happen. The machines around the entire spaceship/laboratory began whirling into action as the spaceship sped off towards a star hundreds of times the size of the sun.

When they reached it, the Galactic Laboratory began to reveal it's full might. Millions of cannons lined it's walls, several smaller spaceships with dangerous-looking spears at their tips and filled to the brim with war-robots hid underneath it. Finally, a smaller port opened, revealing the titanic dragon, who roared out:

"Ready the Starfire Cannons! Release the Dustsweepers! Send in the Clone Infantry!" The dragon roared at it's robotic assistants, making the entire spaceship tremble. 

As the cannons lining the spaceship began to sing, hundreds of thousands of car-sized spaceships left the Galactic laboratory and spread out. Meanwhile, the dragon waited with a look in it's eyes very difficult to describe, even for a draconic being.

When everything was in position, the dragon whispered "Fire."

There were flashes of light, then explosions. Terrifying explosions. Powerful suctional force sucked in all of that remained of the destroyed star, sending it back into the much, much smaller Galactic Laboratory.

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Returning inside of the small room, the dragon looked as all of the starmatter was sent inside of that plain cube. Slowly, the cube's color began to change color. 

First, it went red. Then, in succession, dark blue, white, and finally, a deep, threateningly glowing azure. 

Several hours passed by. The dragon hadn't moved an inch from it's initial spot, always staring at the cube.

Then, the cube began to move. The dragon slowly approached it, looking at the small thing that would hopefully one day fullfill what it could not do.

When the dragon's head was basically touching the tank, the cube suddently produced a spear from it's side and threw it at the dragon's face. (Un)fortunately, it bounced off the extremely sturdy tank.

Making weird noises, the cube and spear disintegrated into tredicillions of atom-sized particles. It then began to pound and pound at the tank, trying to break through.

Laughing. the dragon said "Haha, my little creation, how does it feel to be sentient?" 

Stopping, the dragon's creation gathered in what resembled a cat-sized dragon. "Shut up, creator. You have no idea how painful what you just did to me was. And it's all your fault I even know what pain is. I just woke up, and bam. Pain. Lots of pain."

"Weeeeeeeell, it's not my fault. Pain is a basic need for all living things, be they small, innocent matter-eating entities or beautiful dragons like me. Don't worry though, I won't do anything more to you." The dragon said with a scary draconic smile at the end.

Hissing, the dragon's creation shifted it's arm into a hammer and began to smash the part of the tank where the dragon was. Making a suspiciously exxagerated face, the dragon cried "Oh my! Have I set your hatred of me too high? There are only lilke, what, billions of beings that want me burning inside the fires of the Plains of Pain? Have you become one of them too!?"

Ignoring the messed-up look on the smaller dragon's face, the bigger dragon continued "Jokes aside, you should already know why you exist. I gave you all of the knowledge I possess, as well as possibly the strongest ability there exists. I mean, being able to fully turn any matter into energy is quite powerful, isn't it?" The dragon said with a dangerous smile at the end.

Stepping back, the smaller dragon narrowed it's eyes as it hissed "Shut up, Dragon Overlord Mars. Let me go so I can tear you apart, isn't that what you want anyways??" 

Narrowing it's eyes too, Mars simply answered "A mere squared millimiter of my body would overload you, making you explode. Do not underestimate me, you mere creation. Your only job is to kill me, you understand that?" It said as it's huge paws slapped the tank, shattering it and launching the smaller dragon kilometers away.

When it smashed against the wall of the Galactic Laboratory, the smaller dragon shattered into infinitely many pieces, then reassembled into a human-like shape, but without a face.

Smirking, the dragon said "Good. You know your place at least. Very well, I hereby declare in My Name that you, Alk'abaar, have been born as the first ever child of Mine. Do not disappoint me, now go and evolve, as I'll be back in five thousand years to check on you. I'm expecting much, you know?"

Alk'abaar didn't even have time to answer before it was suddently grabbed by Mars and thrown into a strange cage, where space distorted.

If the pain Alk'abaar had felt when it was first born was equivalent to being poked in the foot with a knife, then this was having your skin peeled off, your bones broken and your nails ripped off. It cried out, cursed in the millions of languages it had been born with the knowledge of, and yet nobody came to save it.

It tried to disable the pain receptors, but it couldn't manage to do so, as they were way too flared up to deactivate. Thus, it was forced to do a forced shut-down, hoping that wherever it was sent at least had some mass it could feed on. After all, the energy it took to activate it was massive, and the remaining energy wasn't much. It could perhaps continue for a couple years if it was careful, but if it appeared in space, it would surely die.

However, there was nothing it could do but pray. Having been sentient for only a couple minutes, it's still young mind, despite all the knowledge it possessed, could not handle the pain and pressure, shutting off, which would be the equivalent of crying for a human.

Years later, Alk'abaar woke up.