They look through dimensions and see the best creatures they can find. They take their own kind and experiment with their dna in brutal and blood curdling ways.They have found Equestria and have extracted dna from two of the most powerful beings there. Mixing and splicing with their own kind. So many in the pit of darkness. So many in the cold. So many sleeping in piles of rusted blood. So many the same. The same faces. The same colors. The same shapes. The same similarities. Never the same despite these. What do you do when everything you had was taken away from you, and everything you have left is stripped from your corpse? Perhaps the dreams of subject E1058 aren't entirely dreams?