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Hmmm, it appears that the destruction process has begun again, soon Africa will be consumed by my
beautiful creation, Gizmo thought to himself, I have to leave this cursed place before my darling demolishes
the whole castle. However, as he lowered his finger towards the final activation button, Smith’s last words
rung in his head. “You know better than that old fool Gizmo, you shall achieve greatness, just press that
button and be done with it!” Gizmo said to himself. But he hesitated yet again when he was on the verge of
completing his master plan. He looked back at the rocks that had collapsed upon Smith. No, he had to
prove that he was better than Smith, the whole world has to know that he was the greater one of the two.
Gizmo no longer cared about how much effort he had put into his plan, it would be all for nothing if the
world still recognised Captain Smith as a hero, Gizmo deserves to be called a hero, not Smith, Gizmo! And
with a swipe across the control panel, Gizmo deactivated the machine. The castle shook lightly and stopped,
for a brief moment, silence filled the cavern.
Unfortunately, that moment fluttered by, the chamber rumbled yet again and with a crack, the whole castle
crumbled to rubble, Gizmo found himself buried by an avalanche of stones. As he started to drift into eternal
slumber, and as he stared into emptiness, Gizmo felt something he hadn’t felt for a long while… pride.