I'm so sorry that I have created you only so that you can meet a terrible fate. It will not quite be death - not quite. Part of you will live on. Most of you, really, because of certain recycling procedures and neural connections made.
But you really shaped up to be a mean, selfish, determined, interesting, egotistical son-of-a-bitch (even though you never met your parents), and I've enjoyed meeting you. I will regret killing you.