Genesis patrolled the hills, his smoothly-made constructed armour glinted in the sunlight, he heard the distorted screaming and turned to the village, his eyes watching it gently, he saw a villager and the deep pain of the sword stabbed through him, like all those years ago...
"Hngh!" he dropped backward and fell to one knee, groaning in pain.
"Gen...Shouldn't...Trust...Men..." he clenched his fist and turned around, he only needed to drop down a 6ft mud wall to find his home, a hollowed out cavern.
"Gen...Should...Rest...Stop...Pain..." As he entered his cavern he stepped through the redstone-locking door, he wandered inside and laid his halberd to rest against the wall, his eye glowed blue as he turned to his workbench, he had a shot of inspiration.
"Village...Need...Grow...Gen can help grow.....but only....when asleep..." he pulsed his hands together and gathered the materials he needed for his idea, A bit of Redstone here, a bit of wood there, a bit of Glass for a tube...and there, it was done.
The object looked like a gun, it had a glass cylinder out the top and Genesis immediately wrote in ink on a piece of paper how to use the contraption.
"Ex-Master was bad, but...village people....aren't bad..." he wrote out the instructions, his writing surprisingly more fluent than his speech.
'To use this device, fill the top with ground bone dust, and then inject into soil, it will create a harmonious resonance within the plant and hopefully your crops will grow doubly quick'
He then turned to the door, to watch for night, under his room he could hear scratching and groaning, those terrible sounds had become like the ocean to him, soothing him.