I am sorry - Prologue

I believe that despite what we did on Pearl Harbor, the Americans committed a war crime. One that the world would live to tell for the next hundred generations.

I knew the consequences of our attack and its severity. But no one in the world could convince me that this was the right response. I thank God for my paranoia, because if not for that secret research, my people could have suffered a loss I am not sure we could ever recover from. On that day, innocent lives were lost, far lower than the number we predicted – thanks my genius – but large, nonetheless. And for that, they must pay. What were they thinking? That dropping a nuclear bomb could have kept us at bay?

Truman would pay for the genocide he committed and so will every allied country that turned a blind eye to this attack. His people will curse his name and haunt his soul for when we are done with him, God will throw him into the depths of hell where he will succumb to an internal life of pain and suffering. As for me, I am not sure I can live with what I have created.

Despite countless arguments favouring me as the hero of this story, I cannot accept it. I am a genius, I know it. But I was the biggest fool in accepting to be a part of this project. Why must I carry the burden of the world?

I have a doomed us all, oh how I have doomed us all!

Transcript of Professor Kabenashi’si – the master behind the first Mech prototypes – final moments before his suicide. The man had gone insane after his Mechs were used to combat the Nuclear bomb dropped on Japan. He died believing that his tech was going to be used as weapons of mass destruction. If only could he see how it had affected mankind’s recovery from the second World War.