A big mistake.
A biometal Rai Taiko recounts his accident in the creation of his liquid counterpart.
It all started with a grudge.
Having come on the Neo-Wuxian, the 21-year-old 13th generation biometal avali was ecstatic to meet be among the people of vesta station as an organic being too. However, As they roamed about and tried to help people they weren't treated as such. people continued to just push them around, calling them “just a stupid robot,” Only seeing him for his metal skin and name of an AI. They saw him as just another fancy robot eventually taking their job and leaving them on the streets, so they kicked him down, but Rai couldn’t fully grasp their hate… he was upset… thousands of years of tweaking and modifying, only to be treated as a worthless robot… Rai couldn’t think straight as he headed back on board the Neo-Wuxian and started up the BioMetal Rendering station.
They were afraid of losing their jobs out in this dump. He understood why, but it was too late. He created a corrupt copy of himself, a monster.
He wandered out to the loading docks, where the same people who kicked him Around were working diligently to make every little bit of money they could in this God-forsaken place. “all those years, and I'm considered the bad one? You can't even acknowledge me, can't you!?” the workers gathered and told him to get lost and to leave their jobs alone. “Is your menial work that important that you can’t even acknowledge me for what I am!?” At this point, one of the workers snapped and threw a punch at him, only for his punch to sink into his body.
“Hm… if it is that important, then maybe I can make you happy.”
It was a mistake creating them. They started to absorb, consume, and convert people, but as the metallic mass of hatred grew, it began to convert Vesta station as well, showing that not only could it assimilate organic mass, but inorganic mass too, though, it became apparent that there was one thing it couldn’t do: it couldn’t absorb something composed of biometal, even hybrids seemed safe from assimilation, just not being speared with tendrils of hardened biometal or the vacuum of space.
Several ships escaped from the station and the Neo-Wuxian launched once again, but only if things were understood between people a little bit better, none of this would’ve happened.