A mysterious man is washed up on the shores of the Ilse of Sodor.

Sodoramus says in a deep voice." oh my. I for see a horrific series of escalating abominable events stemming from the perimeter of the island, a great terror is coming. Technology yes, the raping shall commence only once man recognizes his mechanical offspring's ample potential for incite inflation. Man is a perpetually selfish creature without doubt, perhaps there is a way to prevent the destruction."

He paused for a long moment before continuing ."Perhaps humanity's unbridled self-centeredness may prove instrumental in the prevention of its very own consequences. Yes the only way to definitively prevent man's misuse of his own technologies for him to see himself in it."

The man prepares a ritual on the sandy beaches of the island.

Sodoramus continues. "I place a curse upon this island that all technology of great power introduced within its shores shall acquire sentience, the kingdom of Sodor shall be forever scarred with the curse so that all men shall be forever reminded of his role as a creator and a protector of great potential."

A mysterious voice from behind Sodoramus. "Hello!"

(look at the back of the boat if you are confused)