Awaken Solaris. You are my creation, my scourge of destruction. You shall traverse this planet and lay waste to all of those who stand before you. The weak, the strong, and the proud…remember them, they will drop to their knees and beg for their lives. You will not be so merciful. Destroy all those who oppose you and leave no quarter. Use your judgement to cleanse the land of the unworthy and unwelcome filth this world has to offer. Leave no rock unturned and not a soul to speak of it…then move on to the next planet of your choosing. Good luck and farewell, you are my most malevolent creation. Make me proud…
These are the words of a mad scientist that fill my thoughts on a daily basis. Not only do they fuel my hate and loathing of the pitiful human race, but the other foolish races as well. I can’t help but hear him every damn day. Dr. Gero must have known what he was doing with me by not being around during my departure into this life of oil, metal, and flesh. He may have given me objectives, but upon arriving on earth on that ship, there must have been a rough landing. I make my own choices, murder and pillage on my own terms, but I still hear his monotonous tone repeating like a broken record every day that I wake. If one thing could make a man, or android, go mad…it’s some old bastard speaking the same damn speech every morning.
I had a choice once. I could have become a good man instead of an evil android. Everyone has that choice at first, but once you taste the flesh of a human and hear the screams of the young woman you are torturing for enjoyment…you truly realize what you are. Gero either did a very good job of making sure I turned out this way, or I have just fallen so far to the point where recordings and objectives no longer spark my circuits. I can only hope that there is a possible satisfaction for myself. I would hate to find out that after I have destroyed the universe that there is no gain for me whatsoever. But then again…why serve in Heaven when you can rule in Hell…