Genesis of a Genius
It all started with a report card. All B's and not a single A. "Why," my parents would always ask me, "why aren't you trying harder? We know you can do it; we believe in you." But I would just shrug, for what they believed mattered not to me.
That was before. Before my parent's rather untimely demise, that is. I was sent off to an orphanage, and for weeks all I could do was sit there, longing for the past, wishing I could make myself into the perfect child I thought my parents had desired. My wish to make my dead parents proud came in the form of a house – Wammy's House.
I don't know how Quillish Wammy (or Watari, as I later came to know him as) found me, but I didn't care. I threw myself into my work, rejoicing in the vast amount of knowledge presented before me. I perfected my skills, toiling day and night until one day, I found myself at the very top, the entire world and all of its resources at my control. Along the way, I do believe I somehow lost my more human emotions, but what good would a heart or soul do me in my position? I was intelligence incarnate and finally satisfied that I was making my parents proud.
Alas, I found out too late that none of these things really matter. What I thought was the high path was actually the cleverly disguised path of folly disguised as wisdom, leading me to the fiery pit of hell one step at a time. And now here I lay dying, nothing more than a broken invention made by my own misguided intentions.