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It's because I wanted to make her proud.
That's how it began.
She was never proud of me, no matter what I did. I got extremely good grades – it wasn't enough, because that one kid had gotten a bonus point on the test and ended up with 101%. I made friends who were good influences on me – it wasn't enough, because apparently I was a bad influence on them. I learned to play the violin – it wasn't enough, because how on earth did that make me special? There were plenty of other people who could play the violin half-decently.
But – and, hear me out, now – I can count on no hands the amount of people who have successfully, oh, I don't know, wiped out the human race.
It may have been extreme, but what did I have to lose?
Not much. I'd drifted far from most of my friends in my endless efforts to make her proud – and, of course, I had planned out how my family (and that one friend), at least, would survive. I had it all figured out. "But who will grow crops and hunt animals? You don't seem like the type to do either of those things." Robots. Specially made by yours truly, and it wasn't even hard, because one of my three Given powers is mechanics. I've got everything figured out.
And so here I am: The world's biggest and most fearsome supervillain, and all to make her proud.
Obviously, I haven't told her yet. I can't tell her until I've proven that I'm better than all the other supervillains. Way better. Not just the most well-known, or the most powerful, but the most accomplished.
I will make my mother proud.