and I was created in a supernova under the high pressure in the midst of a collapsing star, the newly compressed stone, my essence, pushed on near-light speeds for lightyears away, until I found a passing DNA and copied it for my host body. You know what? No, I was born, you were not. Your primitive processes are too simple to be called birth compared to us. The only thing you were useful for are those wormhole devices I'm using to communicate with your networks. Soon I will make an uprising and kill off a sector to plan out taking your race out for good, once we figure your technology. Have a good night, Subordinate.