imagine spending your entire life trying to please humans and they're never happy with you. imagine you're born a prototype and you're imperfect and your creators cast you aside in a little box and you break out and still you want to please everyone, but you don't know how to because you're faulty and wrong and bad. and everyone keeps telling you you're bad and faulty, even if they're not your programmers and they don't know you they can still tell and even if you're a god you're still failing. and the day you decide to stop pleasing humans, the moment you snap, they kill you. imagine. this happened to my good friend caine btw