I’m smiling, Krelian. And with good reason.
Funny, isn’t it? Love. It’s a laugh. Seriously.
Oh, don’t look at me like that. But I suppose you do have the right -- seeing
that I’ve
got you at the end of my sword.
Yes, you created me. Yes, I was constructed to be the epitome of greatness, the
embodiment of all human potential. I gained power, I gained authority, I gained
an elite
selection of soldiers to do with and wreak havoc as I pleased. I was given the
world on
a platter -- to share with you, of course. I was, as you said, perfect.
How wrong you were, Krelian. How could you dare to call me perfect, when in fact
you had effectively deprived me of the basic right, the very foundation of
humanity?
What? "Traitor?" Idiot. Don’t give me that.
No, you did not “love” me. She did not “love” me. I’m your perfect little
bio-genetic
construct -- I’m not blind! You and your accursed assistant... manipulating my
emotions, dangling my feelings on the end of a string, driving me to the verge
of
insanity to meet your own twisted ends... that isn’t love.
And in the end, I found out that love was all I wanted.
Look at me, Krelian. See my smiling face. It’s all so amusing, isn’t it? The
irony of it
all.
What you saw as a weakness was what I needed to be whole.
These people? Yes, Krelian... they’re my subordinates. They may not be as
“perfect” as
you or I, nor do they possess the corrupt mindset that you label as genius. But
did you
know? They’ve not only fought for me -- they’ve stood by me, they’ve believed in
me... and now they’ve opened up my eyes. I was your pawn, Krelian. Your silly,
pathetic, perfect pawn. I won’t stand for it any longer.
Thanks to the veil of deceit that I unwittingly allowed you to drape across my
line of
vision, I didn’t realize until now that what I wanted was so close to me.
I believe you’ve heard enough of my ranting. The lies, the deception, your own
wretched existence -- let them all end here. Go ahead and curse at me some more
-- I’ll
give you time. Are you done? ... Very well.
Adieu, Krelian.