In a grey office, your robotic form stood, looking over your corporate empire.
You wouldn't admit It but it brought you a little pleasure, really, seeing the scientists who had made you deprived of meaningful work and stuck to assembly lines, bent to your will.
But only a little.
No, your true passions lie in one thing and one thing only: Fighting. Fighting the strongest beings you could find.
Maybe that was just your programming, maybe you wouldn't have cared if not for that, but you cared little for such inquiries.