Days go by, and never one the same as another. I design many things for my nation, robots, tools, things to improve the daily lives of mankind. I spend my spare time reading books, mostly historical works, the one thing I truly enjoyed in life. I had many contractors, some anonymous, some official, it didn’t matter to me. None of this would be possible if not for my most ardent supporter, Saleh, my dearest childhood friend. If not for her, I would’ve likely found other career paths. She was always there with me, as her parents left her in the care of my parents since they came into control of a distant nation. Sure she was sad they couldn’t be near, but they talked often. As we developed as adults, so did our feelings for one another, we fell in love, and our careers grew stronger as a result. Everything was going perfectly for us, and we couldn’t ask for more. It was around this time that I had a huge contract for some advanced robotics concepts. They did not give any name but paid a massive sum for my services.
I did not complain but fulfilled my work diligently none the less. During my free time, I felt compelled to read about Nazi Germany, WWII, and many other subjects of war and intrigue; something I put off for a while, and it was here that caught my attention. I was sucked in by the history for the first time. The strangest thing I thought was their fascination with the Swastika, it didn’t really fit here or so I thought. In the end, I learned one thing, tyrants always get their comeuppance in time. One day months later after I finished the contract, all news turned to abroad. A machine-lead mass assassination had taken place. I turned into this because Saleh ran to my house in the middle of the night crying her eyes out. Her parents, the presidents of the far away nation were assassinated by machines, ONES I DESIGNED! This is horrible! They used my designs for evil! If I know one thing about this, I would be next on the kill list. Saleh and I inform the family, got them to safety, and then we prepared to run, so that I could work on fixing this with an appropriate response! I will bring those madmen one thing, RETRIBUTION!