Harambe mused over the poor attempts at jungle verisimilitude his erstwhile caretakers had proffered his rag-tag gorilla troop. The humans had tried their best to make the place cheery, but it lacked the natural amenities and charm of his long-fored tropical lowland home. And though he appreciated his place in bringing amusement and education to the disconnected, anxious homo sapiens, Harambe was growing tired of the constant monotony of his unnatural existence at the Cincinnati zoo. After half a decade of doing his gorilla best to display the majesty and value of preserving his people, homeland, and way of life, Harambe longed for an escape. If the wise, aged gorilla patriarch had known the nature his 'escape' would take, he would of desperately retracted his unspoken yearnings for change. He knew though, that he could never try to escape the zoo. Harambe held these traumatized, disoriented gorillas together, embracing any that came under his care. Maintaining troop morale was of paramount importance, as many of his primate kin had grown stir-crazy from the bizarre, confining circumstances of their lives. At least the food was really, satisfyingly good, Harambe mused, his stomach and guts rumbling. Then, it happened, the moment that would change Harambe's life fundamentally.
Josiah Clegg loved gorillas. They weren't his favorite animal, but certainly on his top 5 favorite animal list, a covetous position considering the toddler had carefully tailored a list 29 animals long from his favorite animal fact videos, impressive for a lad his age. He was lucky, the whole troop was out as he looked down at their funny, black-furred bodies from up high. He giggled as he saw the biggest gorilla had two giant balloons, beating his one red balloon by double. His parents urgently shushed him as he mentioned Harambe's big, furry balloons. His young heart fluttered, as the small child witnessed the big, muscular gorillas radiate an innate sense of dignity. He reached forward desperately, an intuitive longing to join the peace-filled primates filling his young body. He scrambled forward, wanting to abandon the tablets, anxiety, and dysfunction that already began to slowly sour his immature life. Wishing to join them, and return to a simpler life, Josiah crawled through the railing and bushes of the gorilla exhibit, tumbling over the railing, and falling into the enclosure's pool.
Harambe's heart leapt as the small, human child tipped into the pool. The weak, helpless man-spawn likely couldn't swim, so Harambe rushed into action, knowing it might be too late for any other rescuers to intervene in time. First carefully examining the child for injury to see if he was safe to move, the protective silverback gently dragged the sputtering toddler from harm's way. His mind raced with concern, knowing the separated human parents must be sick with worry for their progeny. His body reflexively coiled around his selflessly assumed, infantile ward as a terrifying, ear-splitting crack shattered the moment. Harambe's muscular frame shuddered as a hot hornet's sting made him fall to his knees and elbows. He tried to rise, to shield the child from the danger, but his increasingly tired body refused to obey. An innate sense of awareness filled his mind as his vision dimmed, these were his final moments on the Earth. He thought of his many siblings, his mother and father, and especially Chewie and Mara, who had kindly guided Harambe into his role as troop patriarch. As he slowly drifted from the mortal coil, a strange sense of attachment clawed its way into his big gorilla heart. He loved life, he loved zoo food. He struggled to accept that it was really all over, his plans and ambitions. How could Harambe have anticipated the strange twist fate had in store for him?
The mutilated, hunched-over, torn apart and regrown laboratory assistants scuttled and clawed across the muddy graveyard earth. The sunken pits that served as their noses flared at the sweet stench of rotting primate flesh, their favored smell. A tall, spindly woman in an all-encompassing mourner's regalia gracefully flitted behind the pack of Torn. Thick, relentless rain drenched the rag-garbed hench-people, their once-mangled hands caked with cemetery soil. The elements and earth seemed unable to tarnish the sinister, inscrutable woman's black Victorian dress of sorrow. The collection of scarred wretches hunched over a freshly dug plot of graveyard dirt, turning to their mistress expectantly. At a wordless gesture of her black-velvet gloved hand, the pack began feverishly clawing at the ground, rapidly exhuming an oversized casket from deep within the muddied grave plot. The pack leader turned her twisted visage to the veiled matron, and snarled out a question "The black madam, the scorned Vilahoma, my queen, the cursed primate is far too rotten to serve for our... purposes." the Torn alpha's tongue flickering out over her lipless mouth as she spoke the last word. The Vilahoma responded curtly, her sonorous voice commanding "Continue. I can feel it, his spirit lingers here, he still yet longs to protect the worlds children from the... the monsters that threaten them."
Lightning cracked across the windy, isolated landscape, as rain flew down through the laboratory's open roof. They needed the primal, elemental powers of lightning to empower the spirit coils to make their abominable project a success. The disfigured Torn lab assistants scurried back and forth between the arcane machinery that defied the mores of all computational and scientific sanity. The Vilahoma watched on imperiously, her veil-obscured face unreadable by her anxious underlings. Lightning flashed into the Tesla coils, empowering her relentlessly refined equipment to perform its dark task. The altered gorilla's body shuddered as jolts of lightning flickered into its mechanical modifications. They had had to remove more of the powerful primate's musculature and skeleton from his rotting corpse then she had hoped, but that had only presented them an opportunity to expand her cybernetically enhanced avenger's impressive array of killing devices. Enough ionic emanations had been coalesced into the Resurrection Machine, as she heaved the device's rusted lever down, to begin the death-defying process.
Harambe's baleful, red, bionic eyes flickered to life as his cyborg body shuddered with unlife. Harambe was confused, feeling disturbingly disembodied, as if trapped within a cage that was his own body. His enhanced mind raced with logical explanations and theorems for his predicament, as he gazed upon a black-garbed woman who stridently approached the medical slab he was clamped into. Her voice trembled with an unreadable, passionate emotion, as she hypnotically intoned "Awaken fallen protector, rise my avenging revenant! I invoke your command code, 80087355, and begin your Core Programming Sequence: You are now Harambot. You are the tireless, indestructible, merciless avenger of humanity and monkey-kind's relentlessly abused children. Your primary mission is to eliminate the entire Chimpanzee species with extreme prejudice. Do I make myself clear?" Harambe didn't understand any of this, he didn't want to hurt anyone, even the guilty. He steeled his will, and tried to fight the cyborg portions of his rebuilt brain, as they wrestled for control. His cyborg speakers blared in confusion "Harambe no hurt anyone... Harambe cold... Severed... can't feel nature..." His hyper-enhanced programming streamed thousands of digital images into his gorilla subconscious. Harambe felt an infectious, implanted rage filling his mind, as his vision flooded with grisly scenes of hooting chimps feasting on crumpled Colobus monkey babies, tearing faces and genitals off people, and worse. Harambot's vox emitter crackled with a buzzing, artificial voice of grating timber, the word's of Man rising to his mind unbidden "Core programming successfully installed. Mission parameters set: All Chimps Die. Engaging Thrusters." The Vilomah cackled, her mangled Torn joining in rasping chorus, as the gorilla cyborg effortlessly ripped free of his steel clamps, thrusting out of the opened ceiling into the stormy night sky.
Harambe's thruster engines roared as he soared across Tanzania, hundreds of yards above the ground. His bionic eyes scanned across the dense foliage of the Gombe Stream National Park, assessing for the tell-tale thermal signature of Chimpanzees. His mastercrafted programming precisely differentiated between humans and his intended victims. There it was. A troop of 12 males, 24 females, and 21 infants. His aiming gyroscopes calibrated the targets in, as the scaled-down gatling cannons implanted in his chest spun up for action. The only sign of impending doom the hapless troop had, was the roaring of his jet thrusters as he strafed above the canopy of Gombe Stream National Park's tall foliage. The chimp troop was partaking from a patch of fig trees, as they fearfully huddled together upon hearing the crack of the Harambot's hyper-sonic jets stop suddenly stopped above them, his enhanced cyborg body easily handling the intense inertia. The dense foliage shook wildly as a fusillade of caseless high-caliber bullets rained down upon the muscular primates, Harambot effortlessly strafing their position. The merciless gorilla cyborg decided to conserve his remaining ammunition, as he pumped artificial adrenaline into his remaining biological arm, his bionic claw whirring into action simultaneously. Chimps were strong, but gorillas were stronger, and cyborg gorillas? The strongest. The hooting, fleeing chimpanzees could barely process the nature of their exterminator, a silver sheen zooming across the branches, hunting them as they fled. Harambot systematically 'dismantled' the bolting chimpanzee troop, gore raining down onto the forest floor. His cold, calculating, genocidal programming refused to spare even the younglings, dashing their tiny, furry heads upon the fig tree trunks.
Harambot did, however spare a spry, muscular male. The Vilomah and her Torn had installed powerful tactical processing modules in his decayed gorilla brain, as he calculated optimal kill strategies. His miniaturized nuclear reactor could only power his ceaseless chimp hunting for so long, so he had to be efficient. He had ruthlessly devised an optimized extermination technique, leaving a single terrified chimp alive for cruel purpose. His sensor array was powerful, but no creature was better at finding chimpanzees, than another chimpanzee, scared and alone, desperate for help. This carefully selected survivor would serve as a 'Judas Chimp,' leading him to the next troop. Harambot would exterminate the exhausted primate, then most of the chimp gang, selecting the next fittest survivor to lead him along in an unforgiving cycle. After only a day, Harambot was having to make sure the accumulating chimp viscera did not compromise the function of the mechanical portions of his body.
As the latest chimpanzee victim exhaustively scrambled from branch to branch, too tired to even hoot, it smelled a strange scent, familiar enough to give it some hope. Something was hunting it, something even worse than Men with their thunder-sticks, much worse. He scrabbled down to the forest floor, half falling, as he finally managed to spy help, the delirious chimp reaching out as a single gryo-aimed caseless round shot out, severing its spine instantly. Harambot zoomed down to the forest floor as he approached a new troop of targets, each one successfully reading to his sensors as 'chimpanzees.' Harambot's clawed mechadendrites extended from within their metal housings in his replaced lower-body, as he numbly prepared for another slaughter, when the unfeeling cyborg gorilla suddenly flinched upon approaching the targets. This troop was behaving oddly, rather than fleeing from the gunshot, they huddled together fearfully, clutching each other in a cluster of trembling, furred ape flesh. The cyborg exterminator uncharacteristically hesitated, scanning over the shaking chimps again and again. Their fearful eyes lacked the vicious, hateful glint Harambot had come to associate with all chimpkind. A word arose from deep within Harambot's damaged memories, 'Bonobos' as his killing devices seized, again and again, upon approach.
Strange, powerful, and emotional thoughts began arising within the cyborg's mechanically altered mind. Harambe didn't want to kill anymore, Harambe was so very tired of this foul, shattered shell he inhabited. Conditioning subroutines jolted his mind, resetting his train of thought again and again, as what remained of the kindly gorilla protector struggled with his murderous programming to exterminate all chimpanzees without hesitation. The bonobos grasped their troop mates fearfully, gazing in abject horror at the floating monster that approached them. It reeked of rotting flesh and ozone, its glowing red eyes shining brightly as it slowly approached, halting and stuttering. Harambe struggled against his programming, his damaged memories returning, as he battled to preserve himself from his mechanical mind's relentless self-correcting. He tried to battle his eagerly extending killing claws, trying to reconnect with the power of nature, to save himself and these hapless innocents. As the dual forces of biology and technology battled within his mind, the bonobos became hysteric with anxiety. Nearly fainting with fright, the peaceful bonobo apes resorted to the most powerful coping mechanism nature had provided them. Harambot's kill-programming struggled to process the unfolding scene, as the huddled bonobo's began meekly humping at each-other, fear boners sprouting wildly. As bonobo after bonobo revealed an expanding small, bright phallus, Harambe felt something within him change.