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Doctor Otto Octavius was not as altruistic a man as some believed him to be, and in creating a new energy source he wanted not only to help mankind, but also to prove something to them. He wanted his name to go down in history, to show up all those who belittled him or stood in his path along the way, to prove his own genius to the world. His intentions were not entirely noble.

But he never wanted to kill thousands just to flip the light switch.

What would his wife, Rosie, think of a monster who did that?

When he pulled the fusion reactor into the river, he knew he would go down with it, and if there was little chance he could join Rosie in Heaven, at least he would join her in death. The sacrifice was intentional, made with a rational mind, and without the consultation of the four artificial intelligences in the metal arms fused to his spine. He was ready to die, and be at peace.


Doctor Otto Octavius woke on a quiet stretch of shore on the bank of the Hudson, later, daylight burning his eyes, and life burning in his chest. His skin was raw and blistered, and his heart seemed to be trying to claw its way out of his chest, through a fresh three-pointed starburst of burned flesh there. He rolled over, and coughed up seawater and blood until the world turned black again.

Later, the metal arms that had pulled him from the river dragged him unwilling to shelter under an old pier, and gently roused him into consciousness again. His story should have ended with the destruction of the second fusion reactor, and now he was at loose ends. It took a day or two for him to resign himself to still being alive, and venture out to steal food. That was when he saw the Daily Bugle. The main article covered the sinking of the fusion reactor.

By Spider-Man.

Much as he loathed the wall-crawler, even J. Jonah Jameson had relented to the idea that Spider-Man had saved the day, this time. That 'Doc Ock' had gone down with his own creation was, in the public eye, a welcome relief.

Doctor Octavius was too stunned to do anything but drop the paper, and wander numbly back to the shelter of abandoned warehouses and crumbling docks. The anger came later, welling up and spilling out in a rage that destroyed his latest shelter and sent a score of terrified homeless men away from the area forever. Resurrected by the actuators out of the sense of self-preservation he'd programmed into them himself, Otto Octavius had been robbed of the solace of death. With the news articles and the public opinions that followed them, even the attempt at sacrificing himself was robbed of dignity. For now, the city didn't know that he was still alive, but he would see to it things didn't stay that way.

He never wanted to die a monster, but if the world had labeled him a monster even in death, then he'd show them just how terrible a monster he could be.
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Dr. Otto Octavius

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