You walked through the halls of the elegant red army base, red banners and propaganda posters everywhere. A big grand chandelier and a balcony from the second floor showing the main lobby of the first. You went to the very top floor and went to the highest office, the red leader’s you held your breath with trepidation before you opened the door and braced yourself for anything he was to do. But to your surprise. He was an infant, the product of one of his experiments going wrong. He sat on top of his desk chewing on one of his pens. He babbled like a baby and looked quite tiny, just a small little tuft of hair on his head.