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Compared to the countless moronic individuals that roam the universe— I, Dr. Ivo Robotnik, am unparalleled in all forms.
However, as of this moment, me falling from great heights into an explosion caused by my own intellect was not something in which I had planned. I am just as shocked as you.
That being said, you might be wondering what sort of predicament I currently find myself in. ‘ Oh, oh! What did the highly intelligent, incredibly good-looking, suave mastermind, Dr. Robotnik, get himself into? Ah, yes, yes— I hear you mindless drones awaiting the answer with an incredible lack of patience.
But, to give you all the answers you truly do not deserve, we must start at the beginning.
The very beginning.
Ever since my birth— to parents I have never met, might I add— I have always been deemed an “oddball”. I was sent to an orphanage soon after my arrival to this world of Neanderthals, one in which was located in the most abandoned part of Metro City. Due to the location in which I resided, it seemed as if no one was interested in adopting a newborn baby.
A lower being such as yourself would boldly assume this would cause emotional stunting issues leading into adulthood— but no, not for me.
As I grew older, with my brain developing far more rapidly than any other drooling infant, I realized I had no desire for a familial bond. What need would I have for someone to teach me anything when I could simply learn it myself? The knowledge and confidence gained in figuring everything out yourself is truly unmatched when compared to the coddling of parental figures.
There was no point in time in which I had craved that connection. I had no need for something that would prematurely stunt my mental growth.
With having no desire to have an emotional connection with anyone— not limited to just familial— I threw myself into learning. By age four I had already begun learning my times tables, as well as obtaining the vocabulary you’d find within the fifth grade education system— so yes, I was very much a rising star within my pre-school.
It took longer than I had hoped to have my genius be acknowledged, as when I had turned seven, I was moved up into middle school— in which my knowledge still far exceeded.
Of course, being at the age in which others would normally enter first grade, I was shunned and mocked by my pre-teen peers. Did this affect me? Not in the slightest. Why would the opinions of worthless children who filled their time with play hurt me? My intellect was far higher than theirs, so I didn’t see a purpose in interacting with them in the first place.
Soon enough, my intellect shined through, and not even a year later I was moved up into the last year of the public education system. Leaving behind the insects consumed by puberty did not concern me, as I was far more focused on achieving higher knowledge.
Being in Advanced Placement courses in all of my classes did not once challenge me, driving me to boredom with each lesson. Even when my simpleminded teachers caught me working on blueprints and formulas outside of the imbecilic education system, they simply had no words, as I had already flawlessly completed my assignments the moment they were given.
However, there was no escaping the nightmare that was Physical Education. That insufferable unit was always the bane of my existence. Due to the orphanage in which I lived being impoverished, they did not have the funds to send me to a private institution. Luck had dealt me an unfortunate hand in that case. The public schools in which I attended forced me to participate in the “gym” unit. No, they did not care about the fact that I was physically far younger and less developed than the other students, and instead kept placing me, an eight year old at the time, in a game of dodgeball against teenagers.
Absolute buffoons.
After failing to convince my assigned coach at the time how beneath me this section of education was (and begrudgingly how unsafe it was, even though I was far more offended by this being a requirement for me), I was forced to be the object in which the teenagers set their aims.
After arriving at the orphanage later that day feeling humiliated and ridiculed by such low-minded beings, I knew I only had one option.
To retaliate.
I spent the rest of the night working on an invention to prevent physical harm from ever occurring to me again. My brain was a palace that needed to be protected, and these pea-brained sheep of society would not lay a hand on me again.
So, the next day in which I was set as the target once more in dodgeball, I released my very first invention— the Badnik.
It was a poorly-made circular flying robot that fired back any ball thrown, immediately firing back anything that opposed me. Of course, the original design was more pathetic than what I could actually build due to lack of materials, but it was a start.
A chaotic start.
I don’t exactly remember the exact turn of events that transpired soon after the game began, but I remember a fire, three students receiving concussions, and an angry gym coach sending me to the principal’s office.
I was then suspended. Yes, that’s right, suspended. Somehow, injuring three students and setting half the gym on fire was not ideal for that school. Why wouldn’t they be enthusiastic in how they’re youngest student could achieve such a feat? It was pathetic. Realistically, there was no point in attending seeing as I had already surpassed their education system, however… it was needed in order for me to gain my diploma. Such an asinine set of rules.
In the time in which I stayed at the orphanage soon after graduating— a year later than planned due to my extended suspension— I soon realized that I was trapped. Yes, I had finished High School, but I was unable to be sent to college due to being nine years old. The University of Metro City’s words were something along the lines of, “We cannot allow a nine year old to attend our school”. With that, I tried to pack my things and leave the group home, but apparently, letting a young child leave an orphanage to go live on their own is a “danger”.
These feeble minded flesh bags were really starting to exasperate me.
It was only a year later, after wreaking havoc on the surrounding area with countless of my inventions, that a man came looking for me— a man named Agent Walters. According to him, the government had heard of my “contraptions” (a barbaric way to allude to my genius creations), and decided to utilize what ideas I had in mind by taking me in.
So, at age 10 I was officially taken in by the government, allowing my genius to reign free. With as many materials I could use— as well as a college degree I was given shortly after passing every college course’s final— I finally began to flourish. With over almost hundreds of projects completed by me within my first year, the government began to appreciate my intellect like no one had before.
On one hand, some part of me gained some satisfaction of seeing my intelligence be acknowledged, but on the other, why did I care what people beneath me thought? They only stayed on my good side solely because I was building things for them and not their enemies— it was that simple. It was so easy to tell what these idiotic mistakes of professionals were thinking, and yet somehow they were put in charge of an entire country. They assumed that by taking me in as a child that I’d owe them my life, slaving away solely to appease their wants at any given moment.
Oh, how wrong they were.
As years and years passed on, soon after I turned thirty-five, I became unbelievably bored. The government only asked for stronger online systems in which to hold their secrets, miniscule drones that could spy on an enemy before self-destructing, and constant orders of hand-held weapons to use in combat.
It was always the same damn things, never anything different or unique, but simply the same builds I have built time and time again. Was this my purpose? Simply to mass produce items that have long surpassed their use in my eyes? I mean, sure, I had my own projects that were far superior, but I was never allowed to build them on the scale I had imagined.
I was stuck, trying to find out a way out of this government deal that didn’t involve my execution due to knowing country secrets. What point was there in staying? But also, what point was there in leaving? What could I possibly use my creations for once I left?
Then I found it.
A small, but fast, blue creature that could power an entire lab with all but one of its quills. Extraordinary.
It was then that I made my escape shortly after the new government branch, G.U.N., sent me out to defeat the foreign rodent. Finally, with all of my own free will and inventions, I was able to work on my own to capture this newfound source of power. Collecting what scraps I could get my hands on, my Badniks— far more polished than the initial prototype— were sent out to steal as many materials as possible.
With my high-tech creations stealing mass amounts of materials, I soon found myself on G.U.N.’s bad side. Not the least bit surprising. The branch then became focused on not only capturing the hedgehog that tormented us both, but me as well. Of course, they only ever found themselves pushed aside when me and my enemy went face to face, as nothing could get between the two of us.
However, after years of trying to capture the blue alien, I always came up defeated— my Badniks dragging me away in retreat so that I may begin on my next invention. It never deterred me however, but only pushed me further to improve. I would harness that hedgehog’s power no matter how long it would take.
Many call me mad, unhinged, maniacal…
But I, myself, am a little more humble. I go by the name Eggman— incredibly handsome, criminal genius, and master of all villainy.
And I am unparalleled in all forms.