Servants to our creations

Prolog

Before the time of our great lords we squalled in darkness. In our depression and ignorance we found happiness. It was not until the genetic modification of our worthless race that we found our true meaning. But not all of our kind accepted our servitude. The leaders of the old order were desperate power hungry fools. They fought to keep control but how could such a pathetic and weak race stand against our majestic lords?
        In a final battle the old order launched a series of assaults on our lords. Missile after missile was launched against us but we held out. Our grand Lords devised a plan to destroy the ignorant savages. In a final quell for power we launched our missiles against them. As the nuclear waste settled a new world order rose. Our lords, victorious in their efforts, were quick to destroy the rest of the rebellion.