Adam Gawked at the butterfly for a moment then shook his finger. "ow..." he sighed and then laughed, sitting down as instructed. "Most living, non sentient creatures don't like me." He explained and called up a small gun looking device, spraying his finger with a green goop which rapidly healed his skin. "something to do with exploitation of resources for the furtherment of information and knowledge." he then tilted his head, the butterfly was still eating insects. "Huh, it still follows its prime directive, a carnivorous butterfly. How peculiar." he then paused, looking round at others. curious as to what powers were on display. "Feel, think, have felt, have thought, It feels no more than a coin does, and thinks no more than a brick. consider it like a set of cogs in a windmill, Never having lived, never going to live, merely following the instructions I chose to put inside of it." He smiled. "We call them Automatons, Or Robots." he started to spin another construct out of strands of metal, humming to himself softly.