Epilogue
I never would have imagined our involvement could have degraded things so quickly. We made a promise to stay out of the way and to change one thing, and only one thing. To keep things stable while improving our future was always our sincerest intention. But there seems to be some truth in the observation-expectancy effect. We watched, and could only stare as things changed beyond our control. The very act of watching, could it very well change what is seen.
Perhaps it was Albert's decision to stave off his plan, or maybe Light's inability to see past his distractions that lead to a somewhat unpredictable maelstrom. Even now, the single change we made, I can't fathom how it's effects have run so deeply. I still exist...and well that is something, though my head is heavy and a duality is taking over. I never should have taken such a gamble. I am ashamed of what I had thought was so easily justifiable.
The year is 20xx, and although it isn't what we expected, it is now our history. Wily and Light went into business, as was expected. As if to stab a point in how bad things have altered, five years later than expected, they are releasing the same designs which started so many conflicts. Perhaps it was unavoidable, but this conflict had caused so much pain and suffering, not only in it's local time, but even as far as thousands of years in the future where mankind had fought even to exist on what used to be their home. But that is unclear now. History is being rewritten.
Despite my efforts the conflict, it seems, is meant to be. For it has started. I can recall the images of panic and pain from the original robot master invasion. It just doesn't compare. As I look down upon the city it is splashed with vibrant fire and destruction. I hope is not to late to set things right, even if I'm not sure how. So I watch. And wait.