Many have seen the documentary on Wikus, and now many feel strong emotions for freedom of the Prawns. You already know what happened to him and Christopher Johnson, but that is all that you know. You may never see footage proving the truth of what I am about to tell you, and you may never believe it or regard anything but to disregard it, but I don't care. Someone has to know besides me. Someone has to know what I went through, and why I must apologize for my horrific actions. This is an untold story until now, and for a good reason. I see no incentive to keep this secret, because no matter how long it lasts a secret is never eternal, faithful to you, or dependent on you. I feel that this the only course of redemption is to see if it is possible by those in a nuetral standpoint. What you are about to read is a log of reality, not fiction, and not even from a fan but of a real poleepkwa and events that did undergo in the world of District 9. You'll find no happy endings here or comfortable happenings here, and most likely lacking any morals or beliefs of your own that have been pressed on your mind. This is a tale of what can't be told because it is hard to fathom. I must tell it because I just want people to understand what I went through and why I did such horrid things. There might be forgiveness, but a far more likely ending for you is judgment. I'm not sure if I really care for either of them right now as I write this. But really, I choose to be this way. After such a long time thinking in and out of the horrid concentraion camp known as District 10 and it's false promises, I think it's better to speak of District 9 and the past. That is where the strongest memories lie, and that is how you will understand how I came to be one of the most ruthless poleepkwas you've ever talked to.
For most of my public life I worked for MNU, as a teacher for young prawns to learn English and Poleepkwa. A 15-year-old Prawn teaching 4-year-old prawns 2 languages is a rare thing to see, not to many get that job, so I gained some benefits like MNU not considering me a threat or not treating me like a young child, but never gained any real respect. I had well living conditions due to my beliefs and acts of pacifism as well, such a way of life makes you practice restraint. Never would I do any aggressive actions like your average "prawn". I often would go to the mothership and translate to MNU personnel the codes or sequences for operations inside the old haven so they can bring down supplies such as exo-suits and weapons. Not many prawns dared that since few could be knowledgeable of the inner workings they left behind nor had the tolerance for these tasks of being a drone for MNU and not your queen or king. I had few friends because of that use, and each friend I actually had was one in the same position as I, and MNU drone. There where others who helped in the same fashion, not just myself, but I was the youngest. To my comfort I was always kept in the dark for what they did back then, and consequently prove that ignorance truly is bliss.