Prologue
"Hojo, I have taught you everything I know. I need you to follow in my footsteps now more than ever. I have confidence in your ability to undertake this well-respected position in the corporation."
"Thank you sir; I will not put my years of studying under your guidance to waste. (I won't put your documentation on SOLDIER to waste either…hehehe…)"
I am writing this journal entry reluctantly, as I am finally being fired from this god-forsaken company. I doubt they'll let me go this simply with the knowledge I possess; I anticipate being "taken care of" by the Turks sometime by the end of this week…the president will always have a grip on me.
I just want my legacy, the research of Professor Gast to stand the test of time as the most successful scientific endeavor. All I want is to be remembered for something good… "The one who single-handedly revealed the secrets of the Cetra to be skewed and prodded by the tools of the corporation. The one, who after many years of utter failure, discovered the Temple of the Ancients. The one who revolutionized the world, discovered Mako energy and the true origins of materia." Not as "The man who handed Hojo the world on a silver platter!"
The idea is preposterous, I know. I mock the fact that something like that could ever happen, yet that isn't enough to soothe my doubts of this man… There is something, for lack of a better word, evil or two-faced about him… He has an odd thirst for power; a power that he would have every capability of achieving after my untimely demise.
Forty years of blasphemy, playing God with human lives, manipulating science into "Magic." Forty years of searching for, and then hiding, the meaning for my very existence. Yet I can finally leave this world proud of my life; because I have given birth to our savior—my first experimental success—number One.
I cannot leave this world regrets after the holy act of retribution I have given to this planet; they'll know the truth far too late, oh they'll know... No, I cannot hold any regrets whatsoever, so long as Hojo never discovers the existence of my Sephiroth.