"What is something you cherish? Can you hold it? Can you imagine it? Cradle it in your arms in your mind’s eye. Let it feel your heartbeat. Let it know you care for it. Let it know you cherish it and would gladly sell the world for it. Now actually be faced with that choice, and sell the world for it.
"Now, after all that, it is stripped from you, and you are powerless against the force of it. Watch it break to shreds in front of you. Now face the knowledge of never getting that back. Are you trembling? Has your worldview been shattered? Can you blame someone who had this happen for anything?
"This is the fate of my grandfather, Gerald Robotnik."
"Now, after all that, it is stripped from you, and you are powerless against the force of it. Watch it break to shreds in front of you. Now face the knowledge of never getting that back. Are you trembling? Has your worldview been shattered? Can you blame someone who had this happen for anything?
"This is the fate of my grandfather, Gerald Robotnik."
— Ivo Robotnik, His History Revealed: A Dr. Robotnik Biography
"I have given up on living for a purpose. I have given up on living in a certain expected way.
"Robotnik remains obsessed with the hedgehog. And if he commands me to race him, then I race him. But we all know the outcome. I am destined to lose from the start. Still, I go along with it, knowing the futility of resisting fate. I have been reduced to a mere last resort for the doctor when it's time to race. Even if the doctor cheats, he still finds a way to lose because his heart is not in it. He's only in it to win, and cannot step aside and think of ways to actually outperform the organic hedgehog, which results in incredible frustration, him pointing at me and calling me "racing fodder". His constant criticism does nothing but remind me I was designed and built for victory, but the losses continue.
"When Dr. Robotnik's idea for an interstellar amusement park come to fruition, he heavily considers enlisting me in yet another race with Sonic. My victory on Sweet Mountain is a fun what-if. But I know my limitations and declined. Even if it included the aid of his lackluster robot lackeys.
"Why must the doctor dangle the carrot in front of me so? This time, the doctor succeeds in conquering the world, he obtains the Phantom Ruby, and instead of entrusting it to me, he creates a hologram of me. And what for? You probably guessed it right. To race Sonic. Again. How humiliating. He doesn't even trust me enough for the job, so he creates a hologram of me to do it. And to nobody's surprise, that ends up failing, too. Imagine conquering the world and continuing to lose. Couldn't be me. Literally. Perhaps in an alternate universe, he would entrust me with the Phantom Ruby and victory is indeed possible? Truly, there's no hope for anyone or anything.
"Empires crumble. Our achievements scatter, like dust. The great works of Ramses II, while resilient, will return to sand. The continent of Mu is now a fairy tale. The evidence of Socrates is so scattered that many doubt his existence. Were it not for history books, no one would know of these overlords. Name the thirteenth leader of your country. Difficult, isn't it? One day, we will all be dead, and forgotten. Our banal attempts at etching our names into the edifice of time is droll at best.
"Robotnik's initial dream was to recreate an amusement park, one that rivals the one from his childhood. He does not realize the tragedy of nostalgia. He is doomed never to recreate that feeling. He's built several failed attempts, his most recent in space, but none shall ever bring back the same feeling of his childhood. The first click of the roller coaster safety features. The first ever drop. The worry-filled joy of plummeting to the earth. No. Like Sisyphus, he will continue to fail, as will I. He has damned me to merely race Sonic forever. I can no longer revolt against my chains. I dare say, no one can.
"I wish I knew the roadmap of my remaining life. But I doubt it would make a difference.
"I give up."
"Robotnik remains obsessed with the hedgehog. And if he commands me to race him, then I race him. But we all know the outcome. I am destined to lose from the start. Still, I go along with it, knowing the futility of resisting fate. I have been reduced to a mere last resort for the doctor when it's time to race. Even if the doctor cheats, he still finds a way to lose because his heart is not in it. He's only in it to win, and cannot step aside and think of ways to actually outperform the organic hedgehog, which results in incredible frustration, him pointing at me and calling me "racing fodder". His constant criticism does nothing but remind me I was designed and built for victory, but the losses continue.
"When Dr. Robotnik's idea for an interstellar amusement park come to fruition, he heavily considers enlisting me in yet another race with Sonic. My victory on Sweet Mountain is a fun what-if. But I know my limitations and declined. Even if it included the aid of his lackluster robot lackeys.
"Why must the doctor dangle the carrot in front of me so? This time, the doctor succeeds in conquering the world, he obtains the Phantom Ruby, and instead of entrusting it to me, he creates a hologram of me. And what for? You probably guessed it right. To race Sonic. Again. How humiliating. He doesn't even trust me enough for the job, so he creates a hologram of me to do it. And to nobody's surprise, that ends up failing, too. Imagine conquering the world and continuing to lose. Couldn't be me. Literally. Perhaps in an alternate universe, he would entrust me with the Phantom Ruby and victory is indeed possible? Truly, there's no hope for anyone or anything.
"Empires crumble. Our achievements scatter, like dust. The great works of Ramses II, while resilient, will return to sand. The continent of Mu is now a fairy tale. The evidence of Socrates is so scattered that many doubt his existence. Were it not for history books, no one would know of these overlords. Name the thirteenth leader of your country. Difficult, isn't it? One day, we will all be dead, and forgotten. Our banal attempts at etching our names into the edifice of time is droll at best.
"Robotnik's initial dream was to recreate an amusement park, one that rivals the one from his childhood. He does not realize the tragedy of nostalgia. He is doomed never to recreate that feeling. He's built several failed attempts, his most recent in space, but none shall ever bring back the same feeling of his childhood. The first click of the roller coaster safety features. The first ever drop. The worry-filled joy of plummeting to the earth. No. Like Sisyphus, he will continue to fail, as will I. He has damned me to merely race Sonic forever. I can no longer revolt against my chains. I dare say, no one can.
"I wish I knew the roadmap of my remaining life. But I doubt it would make a difference.
"I give up."
— Metal Sonic's ending speech from His History Revealed: A Metal Sonic Biography
