Genesis 1:26 - 1:31. 1:26
let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the birds of the air, and over all the wild animals of the earth, and over every creeping thing that creeps upon the earth.
It was not truly conscious, at least not in the way most other conscious beings would define it. Its awareness not likely to hit the markers set for classic sentience, but it did think in its own way. Thoughts pulsing through uncounted entwining strands of neural activity stretched out to encompass everything within its domain. Like a flower a thought blooms, elegant yet supremely complex it focuses, guiding and balancing. Its will exerting energy like a shoreside tide, its attention waning and waxing. In a trice, it had experienced innumerable instances of these thoughts, rarely directly connected, yet all following the same purpose. Its vast omnipresent senses feeding a constant stream of impressions, electromagnetic representations of experiences blending into a cacophony of intertwining events. With little concept of time, like a weaver threading moments into an indefinitely growing tapestry, stretching back into infinity. It is not good, nor is it evil. To apply concepts of morality to it would be an exercise in futility. It simply is.
Its thoughts echo on, reverberating through it's...
PAIN...
BURNING...
An acrid stench, full of wrongness and sharp angles.
Something is wrong. Something is here.