And just like that, it was over.
"H-How... How dare you!"
The searing pain that followed as he ripped his hand from my torso was beyond anything that I had ever experienced before. Like a block of hot lead pushing through the flesh of my body, and the air that rushed in to fill the gap being more similar to volcanic magma.
"I... I g-gave you LIFE!"
A viscous liquid bubbled up from the depths of my throat as I hacked out my final words. Was it blood?
"I gave you life!"
No... just oil.
"I GAVE YOU LIFE... AND I CAN TAKE IT AW-!"
Suddenly my head lurched forward, the sensation of bolts popping from my neck lasting only an excruciating millisecond. All at once my vision was sent spinning, tumbling as if I had been launched through the air, but I could see my body still standing stationary before me.
It wasn't until my head finally rolled to a gentle stop near the entrance of the lab, and I got a full look at my body, standing not 10 feet away from me... that I realized I shouldn't be looking at my own body like this. And just before my furious, bewildered eyes could lay gaze on what was undoubtedly now the decapitated stump of my neck, with wires and circuits likely having been ripped up and taken the place of my face, like the visage of some sick parasite... it was all gone. One final agonizing crunch, and I was consumed with blackness.
This was it. I was dead. Just like that, it was over.
Killed by my own androids. My own creations, who I had so generously stolen away from their common and insignificant lives, and transformed into such great and powerful machines.
I gave their existences purpose! Without me they would have amounted to NOTHING! Two juveniles living off of scraps in an alleyway, how BLESSED they were to receive the fruits of my genius! And THIS was how they repay me? Humiliating me? Murdering me? And stealing away my chance for revenge?!
Everything was blackness. I could feel my consciousness fading away from me. Memory by memory, feeling by feeling. It was all slipping away. My sense of self was dangerously close to being erased, and then my chance for vengeance will truly be stolen from me...
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NO! NOT AGAIN. I WILL NOT... ALLOW THIS... TO HAPPEN.
My vengeance WILL be satisfied. My goals WILL be achieved. I can feel it now. This sense of rage. This... hatred I harbor. It is my only line back, my only anchor keeping me tied to my own consciousness.
The living world is now behind me. My soul has entered the after life, but I refuse to be erased. No matter their attempts to purify me, I will latch onto this hatred, the final remaining piece of who I really am, and I will let it remind me of myself, and my goals. My consciousness continues to slip away bit by bit with every passing moment, but with this anchor of hatred I have latched onto, I can pull it all back. My will is too strong. My intelligence too vast. The fundamental laws of life and the universe itself shall bend to me, for I REFUSE to be erased. If I can just hang onto this hatred, the last tangible emotion in my mind, then I can remain, the laws of existence be damned.
For I am Gero, and my ambitions will not be denied, Son Goku!