“Continuation is; unwise.” Came the monotone echo; a perversion of a real voice, cold, dead and robotic. “There is no success in your path; you will fail and die.” Samus kept rolling forward, but her mind stirred an idea. If she could get Mother Brain to keep talking, she could get some answers, and possibly clues on how to defeat her.
“Are you still trying to provoke me?” She asked.
“It’s very easy.”
“You think so?”
“Affirmative.”
Samus was about to reply, but then her imprinted arm shot into life and gave out an agonising bolt of pain through Samus’ whole body. She seethed through clenched teeth, trying to hide her reaction, though she felt a runny liquid, not blood but something more foul, seep away from the veins that had coated her skin. She didn’t move, paralyzed by the pain as it consumed her, but she didn’t let herself move. Finally, the pain eased, and she was left shaking. Tears collected in her eyes, the sting remaining for a few seconds longer before fading. When she recovered her senses, she growled audibly, causing the sound of a metallic rumbling snarl to pass through her helmet’s filters.
“… you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ♥♥♥♥♥…” She seethed.
“You are very easy to get a reaction out of, make no mistake, Samus Aran.” Mother Brain replied, her voice a never-ending and never-beginning bombard of a lacking of emotion. Samus snarled. She just felt what Hugo was going through, and she didn’t want to let it go on any longer.
“Why are you even doing this?!” She shouted. “What is the point to all of this?! What is your endgame?!” Samus shuddered in pain, then started to roll forward again as an answer processed and was prepared.
“You would have no understanding.” Came the answer. “The chozo race that raised you thought that weakness was tolerable. Because of this, you will not understand why I have decided that the ‘endgame’, both the ideal and inevitable result, is the eradication of all imperfect and weak beings in the entire universe.” Samus would’ve laughed if it was a real, human or even an alien voice saying it, but the computerised, dead tone suggested that Mother Brain was being deadly serious. Something was not right.
“… how?” Samus asked. “Even considering how ridiculous and pointless that is, that’s impossible!”
“Incorrect. Both your assumptions are fallacies. My motivations are not ridiculous nor are my goals impossible. Quite the opposite, it’s a calculated certainty with flawless logical reasoning fuelling it.” Mother Brain chanted. “Evolution is a process in which the weak are cancelled out by the passage of time, and only the strong remain to feed off of them; the universe is at its strongest when its inhabitants are at its strongest, and in mere moments I will become the single strongest being in the universe; ergo, all other creatures are imperfect and must be destroyed.”

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