The Evolution Master

"Movements must be simple. Elegant. Sequences must change." 

Cold, thin, chitonous hands moved in a fluid, circular motion, revolving around each other. A continuous string of a green, goo-like substance exited the zerg's orifice like thread from a spool, and unto his claws. An evolution master's work was never done. Always spinning strands and sequences of DNA to improve the Swarm. "Must solve Zergling lemon juice allergy. Weakness in strain." He mused to himself out loud. However, his progress would come to a halt upon sensing a familiar essence. An unwelcome essence.

"Organism unidentified." Abathur announced aloud, having detected an unfamiliar presence nearby. "Must examine sequences closer." Interested in searching for more essence to improve the Swarm further, the grub-like zerg would squirm toward it.  

"Large, protruding facial feature reminiscent of avian characteristics. Yet, not avian. Lacks feathers. Also lacks wings. Accessories include an artificial exoskeleton conducted of steel. Metallic spines protruding from spinal area. Similar to terran armor. Primitive. Unable to improve. No biomass." He continued to judge the creature on its genetics despite it being right in front of him within hearing distance.

             "Perfection goal that changes.                                                       Never stops moving.                                                                                          Can chase.  

                                                                                                          Cannot catch."

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