On the Robotic Dragon

Someone, a deranged wizard probably, a dark technomancer, grafted cybernetic implants into a dragon whom he had found crashed to Earth and breathing its last. He did not think to ask the dying dragon if it desired a miraculous resurrection through the combination of arcane arts and bionic prosthetics. Nor, did he apparently consider the consequences to the villages of the countryside of Faerie, when he armed the dragon with artillery laden with the most onerous ordnance. Thus, the dragon once revived discovered itself equal parts drake and howitzer. Its dragonscale armor now proved invisible to radar. Its fiery breath was accelerated with napalm. Doubts as to the virtue of constructing such a lethal monstrosity would likely have crossed most of our minds, but if they occurred to the technomancer he smothered them beneath glorious visions of an airborne armada of draconian might. Not surprisingly, all that remains today of the wizard and his dragon is the dragon, half-immortal and remarkably restrained in its acts of destruction, given its undeniable capacity for them. It is sometimes suggested that the dragon refrains from demonstrations of violence as a form of protest against the one who performed the act of reverse euthanasia and who granted it this second measure of life without its consent.