Creature of steel.

Child of man.

All of these titles, nothing but names it was called by corpses who desired more power. More power. Everyone wanted more power. To be above others, to be treated 'fairly'.

V1 supposed it wanted more power too. To keep surviving. Survival was nothing more than becoming stronger than others, having more of an ability to tear them to shreds.

And it seemed it finally met its match. Not Gabriel, no.

You.

You, the perfection V1 could not be. Sure, it was close, but it was nothing but comparable to the scrappers that called themselves Swordsmachines with how many parts were not its own.

Yet you stood there, all of your components traceable back to your model number. And you could tear it to shreds.

You were now, a perfect display of your prowess. Not taking its Knuckleblaster or Whiplash, but its Feedbacker. The one thing that made it so powerful.

It let out a screech as fuel lines burst and wires were snapped, fans kicking up as warnings flashed in its HUD. 'UPPER LEFT EXTREMITY UNRESPONSIVE.' 'MAJOR DAMAGE TO LEFT ARM SOCKET.'

Were you doing this just for fun, it wondered in the back of its mind. You didn't need the arm, did you? The blood oozed out of its wires, trying futilely to repair what was so majorly broken.