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Pride
Syndrome surveyed the crowd below him. They cheered! They clapped! They worshipped!
It took a bit of work to get it good enough to fight you…
This was what it was supposed to be! Fifteen years of waiting was almost too much… but results were so worth it. So worth it.
So you killed Supers just to realise your insane ambition!
Syndrome looked over his shoulder at his creation, and couldn't help but smirk. Oh, yes, this baby was so worth it. Anything to bring him back on top.
I'm Syndrome! Your nemesis!
And the only Super left in the world. The one everyone would look up to. The one everyone would see as a hero. The one to be feared, worshipped, adored… There'd be posters of him in every child's room in every city of every country. His weapons would fill the stockpiles of every country's arsenal. This was his dream.
Showtime.
"Looks like somebody needs to teach this hunk of junk a lesson." He fired a few harmless bolts of light at the Omnidroid, then pressed a button on his controller. The robot's arm fell off. The crowd cheered. Their Super Hero had come to save them.
Syndrome lifted his hands, welcoming the praise. This was all his doing. This was his dream. This was everything he'd worked for. Nothing would stop him now.
The robot attacked him from behind, flinging him into the side of a building with almost callous cruelty.
Remember, it's a learning robot.
Let me guess… it got smart enough to wonder why it had to take orders.