He hadn't been serious. Not at first at least.

It had all started at that frat party. Being naturally smarter, faster, stronger etc. it had only been natural that his creators had sent him and the others out to compare them against the world's best and brightest, and some of the world's not-so-brightest who had just enough money and just enough intelligence or simply enough money to claw their way into a top university.

There he had been, a scrawny little brat who should have been worrying about his nonexistent braces as he entered Middle School who'd been shipped off to an Ivy League college where he showed just about everyone up, the professors included. One evening, someone had thought it would be funny to get the "little kid" drunk, and someone else had thought it would be funny to get him high, and he'd gone along with it out of curiosity over what the appeal of being in such states was.

"You know, we could totally fucking rule the fucking world..." he said as he leaned back trying to properly smoke the odd "Cigarette" that a student that was nearly twice his age had handed him, laughing hysterically as he'd done so.

Unfortunately, the idea which had been a passing fancy had taken root a bit more firmly soon afterward when his less intoxicated brothers and sisters who'd heard the idle comment had shown unswerving belief in his ability to do so.

They were superior in every way, so why should they not rule the world?