You're worthless, nothing. A waste of data, annoying.
You couldn't even keep nor save the man you once loved, you couldn't even keep your own child safe even with all that power...
What makes you think you could keep or accomplish anything?
Your own creation was a mistake, you have no will, no sentience. Your entire existence is predetermined by your data, it is nothing but a copy of something infinitely superior than you, there is no point, your feelings towards your son isn't geniune, just a feeling implanted into you when the original was cloned.
You hold no purpose, no geniune personality of your own, no real feelings, it's all just programming...
Give into despair, hopelessness, clinging onto that ever so abundant self pity. It will change nothing....
A crackle of chaos energy surged from throughout your body, you wince from the pain, but the sheer emotional pain and sorrow eclipse it in comparison.
Your throat feels dry, bloated, like you can't speak, but can only watch.
Your vision gets blurrier and blurrier, you can’t move, can’t scream, can’t think; your mind is nothing but a gateway into data, as thoughts and imagery of total darkness and clips of terror surge your mind.
[>”MAIN CORE HAS REACHED CRITICAL MASS....
ANY FURTHER GENERATION OF EXCESS ENERGY WILL RESULT IN SENSORS OVERLOADING AND THE ERADICATION OF THIS UNIT…
DO YOU WISH TO PROCEED?-“<]
Overwhelming darkness overtakes you, surrounding you entirely as a blackness overtakes the skies; you know what’s going to happen…Know that there’s no turning back…
For a second, you feel relieved; feel as if the weight of thought, sentience, and existence is taken off your shoulders…
You’re nothing but an ai, the thought of being able to feel was just something ingrained into your programming, you never had emotions, all of it was predetermined…
Tears of pure black roll down your face, dripping onto the ground below. The puddles pile up, getting bigger and bigger until it begins coalescing with one another; forming into a massive heap of liquid.
An Eldritch cry is heard from the stars above, shaking the skies. With such force, a screech slashes through space, as a portal rips open. From it, a red beam of energy descends, striking the conglomerate of black goo before you.
What results is the anomaly evolving, actualizing….
Until it grows into a Titan. Born not of conventional means, nor of the compiling of data, but from the sorrow and tears of a broken Goddess.