He felt the sun on his back for the first time in his life today. He had no drive and no purpose thats all he could tell. What came with it was more intruiging. He could control his actions. He felt his muscles scratch against the rough carapace and he grinded his razor sharp teeth. He was aware of what he was before. A slave, a slave that was completely controlled.
	What were these feelings? Vengeance or rage as far as he could tell. He quickly realized after moments of confusion what he had to do. How many others had been freed? How many others were wondering what they were, and did they even have the intelligence to realize it? The connection had been severed in some way and he felt aimless and angry.
	Something approached. It sounded like mineral and machinery. This monstrosity commanded the respect of all in its path. He felt his heart beat faster and faster until his anger completely consumed his actions. There were two humanoids outside the structure and he tore them apart as naturally as he would have under his higher influence. Seconds after he heard loud sirens and the vehicle began moving. It was transforming.
	Still in his furious rage, he climbed up the shifting steel side. He was not in control but yet he was. It was a new and terrifying feeling. He ripped off the hatch sensing the heat of the humanoids inside. It was dark inside, but he could still see. Small slits in his scaled skin opened and razor sharp spines spinned around the cockpit killing all of them. He felt his heart slow down. The adrenaline had stopped flowing to every inch of his body. He felt tired but still very sharp and alert. He quickly escaped to the nearby forest.
	As he slithered through undergrowth at a tenuous pace, he noticed fallen creatures. Creatures that looked the same as him. He found himself thinking. Was there a war going on? Had the humanoids severed this connection to put us in a panick? It seemed to be working. He realized we were mindless monsters before and now at least he had a degree of intellegence. The mind of a killer and a survivor, at all cost.
	Ahead there was movement. He became very alert. He crept up on this new threat silently. In the clearing there were bodies. Bodies of the same humanoids he had slaughtered. It was another. A creature that looked like him. Covered in blood and dirt, it looked over at him. What followed was a series of growls and hisses audible to his ear, but in his head he could hear words. 
	"We have been freed," it said to him. They engaged in a seemingly telepathic conversation about how much the others would know if anything. "They would not have the intelligence to realize anything but survival. They are most like animals now." We were part of a hive. A central network of various species weaved together in a complex society. We destroyed everything and consumed all life. We were hybrids, bred to be the strongest smartest killers in the hive. 
	He knew it was all true. The supressed memories of a lifetime not in control overcame him. He knew who he was, and it felt good. We were monsters. We killed not only to eat and further our race, but to destroy all life out of spite. A sense of purpose came over him and his new ally. They began by tracking others who had been freed and more prey. He could almost recognize the voices that plagued his head with subliminal control. It was all past but still there.