I had no idea. Absolutely no idea. I mean, she always defeated my robots in the past; why should the Tobot 4000 be any different? But it was. Oh, yes, it was.

If only I could use Kronos to go back in time, to change my building plans, to repair the damage before I even created it.

But I can't. Oh, how I wish to cut off my hands so I can no longer build evil. How I long to feel the pain of a bullet slicing right through my overdeveloped brain. I never knew genius could be dangerous, but it is.

Why did I pursue a life of crime in the first place? Couldn't I have thought of a better way to use my brilliance? To do good instead of bad?

But then how would I have gotten her attention? Why would she even bother to notice me? She wouldn't, so that's why I did what I did.

And even now, as I sit with tears dripping down my face, my fingers twitch to touch that metal, to press those buttons.

I can't change my ways. Evil is permanently part of me. That's what is so sickening. The fact that even as I mourn her death, I want to return to my robots. Her killer.

Something must have gone wrong. A malfunction in the Tobot 4000's workings. That's what it must have been. That's what I have to keep telling myself in order to cope with the guilt.

It wasn't possible. I was incapable of creating something more powerful than dear, sweet, innocent WordGirl. After all, my pervious "invincible" robots were no match for her. Sure, she lucked out on a few occasions, but she won nonetheless.

My Super robot, Kronos, Tobeybot 9000, Mousezilla, armies upon armies. All defeated. Where did I go wrong?

I suppose it was my own heart that did me in. So full of lust for something I knew could never be mine. And she was so lovely when perturbed. I suppose I wanted to prove to myself that I could bring out her beauty, and that was the only way I knew how.

But poor WordGirl. My love. I lost her due to my own creation. Blow after blow, Tobot 4000 pounded her into pulp, as I watched, paralyzed, unable to stop it. Frozen in place, in time, there was nothing I could do to save her.

I have to wonder what she felt toward me. I guess I'll never know. Did she ever feel the same prickly feeling in her heart as she lifted me from danger? Had she ever wondered late into the night what our lives could be like if we were together?

I did. Oh, God, I did. I wanted her to be mine, for her to love me as I love her. Loved her. Past tense.

For I cannot love her anymore. Not after what I did to her. But it was an accident! No matter. Accidents have consequences, too, and therefore accidents are never accidents. Everything happens for a reason.

WordGirl. Every time I think her name, the lump in my throat seems to increase in size. WordGirl. Images of her invade my mind and cause uncontrollable deluges of tears. WordGirl, WordGirl, WordGirl.

How did I manage to do it? I don't know. For once in my life, I have no answer. But do I want one? Probably not. I wouldn't be able to handle it.

Oh, how I long to make things right. There is no way. Even in death, I would never be safe from my guilt.

WordGirl, if only I could apologize… But pleading will not bring her back. Nothing will. Chaos will soon ensue, and there will be no one to stop it.

How will I ever be able to live with myself, knowing what I am capable of doing? I won't.

My fingers reach for the Tobot 4000's remote. It is the only way to escape my living hell.

But with my luck, I'll be forever trapped in the real one.

I don't care anymore. I want to feel the pain I put my poor WordGirl through. To know how horrible I truly am. Was.

My shaking thumb hovers over the button. Do it, I urge myself. It's now or never.

I choose now.

"Goodbye, Tobey," I whisper. "May you someday rest in peace."

Then everything is gone.