This transformation will completely change the massive beings into human equivalents, with proportional strength and endurance. The process requires one full hour in a bath of chemicals, radiation and protoculture mixture in a protoculture chamber. The Zentraedi genetic structure is especially encoded for intentional reduction to human size ("micronian"). Unfortunately, the maniacal Masters quickly realized the vast potential of their army and began their own campaign of intergalactic terror and domination. Equipped with high-tech weaponry, and bred to know only war, the Robotech Masters had created the perfect opponent for the Invid. So it was that the giant Zentraedi were born, designed in a protoculture laboratory, cloned, mass produced, and indoctrinated into a short-lived life of cruelty and war. In order to survive the Invid's seemingly endless numbers and strength, the Robotech Masters created their own army of equally cold, merciless beings, obsessed with combat. The Invid are devoid of compassion and fight until destroyed. The Invid are a race of mysterious beings who relentlessly seek out and destroy any other life forms who possess the power of the sacred flower. Protoculture is a property of the rare and unusual, Invid Flower of Life. The secret of Robotechnology is its source of organic fusion, protoculture. Surprisingly, this is not simply the result of the Robotech Masters own loss of humanity, but actually born from a real sense of desperation. The ferocity and lack of gentle emotions in these giant warriors is intentionally instilled by their creators, the Robotech Masters. The older, more cunning Zentraedi have learned to use their enemy's own compassion and fears against them, by playing up to such weakness and then crushing them when they've let down their guard. They attack with devastating speed, skill and power. It is only through prolonged exposure to the human's lifestyle that Breetai's warriors begin to question their own stinted view of life. They do so without remorse, nor hesitation, for one expects to die in combat, that is their life. They fight and keep fighting until the battle is won or they are slain. Remember, all the Zentraedi are warriors, specifically created, genetically designed and totally indoctrinated for war. Of course, the cost in lives and equipment is often great, but it is a cost the Robotech Masters, at least until recently, could afford. Too simple, you think? Perhaps, but this basic line of practice, supported by the high-tech weapons of Robotechnology and, quite literally, millions of troops and war machines provided by the Robotech Masters, has proven to be successful, winning tactic for the Zentraedi. The Zentraedi's strategy and tactics are simple and effective overpower the enemy by sheer weight of numbers and raw explosive power. Toss in the mystery of the SDF-1 space fortress, protoculture, and the insane Robotech Masters, and there you have it. For they are victims of yet another race's mad design artificially created, cloned, grown and indoctrinated into a short, bleak life of constant war and death. We can sympathize for them because they are mere puppets, twisted and made ugly by an insane puppeteer. We can loathe them for their cruelty, brutality and maniacal fervour to conquer.to destroy. We can fear them because they are an enigma from another world possessing superior strength and numbers. We can hate them because they are cold, cruel, and ruthless instruments of destruction. Merciless warriors, they are relentless in combat and would rather die than acknowledge defeat. They are a race of 40 foot giants, consumed with conquest and violence. The Zentraedi are one of those great villains of all time, the ultimate antagonist.
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