To: Hiro Hamada (hiromada98 (a) sfit .edu )

From: Alistair Krei (AKrei (a) kreitech. com)

Subject: proposition-cum-apology, or the best I can do to make it up to you

Hello, Hiro. I hope you're doing okay these days...Abigail Callaghan certainly seems to. She hasn't spoken to me for two weeks now, but I hear that she's up and running just fine, ha ha. I just wanted to

Agh. No..that's not..that's not what I wanted to say...Okay, I'll just start over, without the 10-year-habit of corporate hypocrisy and flattery.

I'm sorry, I'm the one that started everything. If I hadn't let my greed and excitement cloud my logic, Abigail would've been safe, Callaghan wouldn't have let Tadashi die, none of this tragedy would've happened. I passionately wish that I could turn back the clock, go back to that moment and that past version of myself, yell in his face to 'grow up and start thinking about the horde of shit that you're going to commit before the words are out of your mouth and it actually happens'...I can never forgive that version of myself.

But a worm of thought has gradually eaten its way through my head for the last couple of weeks, and it says, "There might be a way. A way to, maybe not to redeem your pitiful self completely, but a little bit, if possible...There might be..." And the reason it says that is this:

Krei Tech is, as you know, a very large company, dealing with a very broad range of technology, in almost every field. Although the preeminent genre of our song is computers and electronics, there ar a number of styles that the composer, i.e. me, slipped in, for the able ear to notice. We have R&D in over 20 different categories, from robotics (which lags far behind Baymax, sadly) to biological statistics. Out of these, one of the more elusive teams are working on bio-mechanical robotics, and their progress is surprisingly fast. Give or take a half-dozen months, they could have a perfect recreation of the human body, made of silicon and titanium alloy. But they're a bit stumped on something unexpected: software. They can't put a period on the designs because they have absolutely no idea of how the hell it's going to be controlled. I've personally been concerned about their problem for a while now. So, still in pursuit of profit as blindly as ever, my mind put together a crazy idea. What the perfect ending to the recent fiasco would've been was if the boy's brother was alive, whether it turns out he miraculously survived that horrible fire, or Buddhism prevails and death has a feedback loop to life, et cetera. But these seem too slim a chance to be satisfactory. How about this instead? We put the bio-mech team to work on this ideal epilogue. We, Krei Tech, bring Tadashi back to life.

All that they need is your go, no go. And your cooperation in writing the inside, the soul for his body. His soul, and because it is, one that only you can write.

A wise man once said, 'ego cogito, ergo sum.'; Latin for 'I think, therefore I exist'. You could prove him wrong. You could update it to 'ego memento, ergo sum.'; 'I am remembered, therefore I exist.' You, and Tadashi.

I hate to be proposing to you again, after what happened the last time, but it's the only way I'll remotely forgive myself. I won't blame you for refusing, though. I will know that you are smarter than this man.

yours humbly,

Alistair Krei