ALT Me, my sona, the quetzal is standing in front of a computer typing away as he talks, a green dragon wonders around and steps on top of a circular platform, two mechanical arms descend around then, one put a visor in his face. The visor sends goo out, the goo covers the dragon whole as they struggle to take it off, eventually the goo replaces their body turning then into a bright chrome drone. Then the visor, they now have for eyes turns on, and spirals emerge, hypnotizing them into an obedient drone, corrupting them into believing, and accepting that they belong only to the company. My quetzal points at it with a smirk of pride in his face.