So, I built the weapon. I kept trying to justify it to myself, but it was a pointless endeavor. I was only kidding myself.
Good work, son!
Maybe, uh, they won't use it. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it's just a conversation piece for the boss's mantle.
I went home for the day and watched the news. I imagined I'd hear about my weapon getting put into use. I was kind of worried. But when I saw the destruction, I got a strange feeling...
Reports are flooding the station here: Apparently, some sort of bomb has ripped Iraq apart. We go now live to Iraq.
