Authorspace: Just thought I'd jot down an idea I had. Ended up being longer than I thought it would. Anyways, enjoy.

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August 16th 19XX:

I, Dr. Albert Wily, begin today a log of my time working with Dr. Thomas Light to create the world's first sentient robot. I hope that this log will, one day far from now, be very beneficial for the future of mankind. Perhaps this log will one day be in history books as the beginning of a new era for mankind.

August 20th 19XX:

Today Thomas and I made an appeal to the U.N. to try to get funding to start our project. It seemed to go very well. Thomas seems very distraught over it, though. I keep telling him that there's nothing to worry about.

August 30th 19XX:

Though it was a measly ten days, it seemed to last an eternity, but we at last have our funding! The U.N. seems very enthusiastic about it, but warned us that they'd cut funding if it took too long to produce results. This concerns me. Making robots is hard work that takes quite a long time. It'd be months before we could even have the faintest glimmer of a working prototype, let alone a finished product. I can only hope that they understand this.

September 5th 19XX:

After talking it over with Thomas, I have decided to produce smaller, less intelligent drones to please the U.N. and to stall for time, should we need it. I've begun on some small robots to be used in construction. Meanwhile, Thomas is still designing the prototype. We should be ready to actually begin work on it soon enough.

September 9th 19XX:

Work on the prototype has begun. We have decided to call it 'Project Blues'. It's going to take a lot of hard work, but if we succeed, it'll be unlike anything the world has ever seen. I have begun the first of my mass-produced drones. I call it a 'Met'. It's absolutely adorable. It can fire a small plasma charge, excellent for cutting metal. I also made it out of this wonderful material known as 'Mettal'. 'Mettal' can absorb almost any form of energy forced into it and disperse it. This makes it almost invincible, so it's perfect for a heavy-duty construction job.

September 23rd 19XX:

Thomas says he's hit an unexpected block with Blues' programming. He says this could delay it's completion for quite some time, unless he sees a solution soon. I suggested that he take a break from that and we should look at the hardware aspect. I suggested using 'Mettal' for the robot's body, so that it couldn't ever be damaged. Thomas said it sounded like an excellent idea, but to test it on something larger than a Met before we jump to using it on Blues. I immediately began work on some new designs.

September 29th 19XX:

My plan to create a robot from 'Mettal' failed. It's simply not worth it. While it may be nearly invincible, it is incredibly hard to manipulate into the shapes you need to make a larger robot. It works for a Met, because it's small and only uses one sheet of 'Mettal', and that's thin enough to shape, if you use enough force. Besides, even if you can shape it as you need it, the final products mobility is extremely limited. Come to think of it, even Mets don't move a terrible lot.

October 2nd 19XX:

Thomas says that he thinks he may have found the solution to his block. Just in time, too. An official from the U.N. came to see what we'd accomplished so far. He seemed very disappointed that we had nothing physical to show for Blues. I tried to explain to him that making something of as large a scale as this, is a painstaking, time consuming process. He told me to watch what I say, because he could get our funding cut at any time. Time for a bit of self-analysis, I suppose. I'm normally a very peaceful person. Never really had violence in me. So, perhaps it was the tone of his voice, maybe what he said struck a chord with me, or maybe it was that I hadn't slept at all in weeks, but I punched him in the face. I punched him good. On a related note, I have to go to court soon.

October 10th 19XX:

I just got out of court. Thought I'd go ahead and record the results of this incident for posterity. I'll be perfectly honest. I don't regret what I did. If I had to go back in time I wouldn't just do it again, I'd do it harder. Anyways, I'm under house arrest. I have to stay in the lab at all times. This won't hinder my work any. Going to court was the first time I've left the lab since our initial plead to the U.N. for funding. Thomas says he's concerned about my health. He says he thinks I'm sleep deprived. Perhaps he's right, but I have no time for sleep. Sleep is a waste of the U.N.'s precious time.

October 27th 19XX:

I had an idea that I pitched to Thomas today. I thought that, to boost sales of the robots, once we mass-produce them. (Uh, that is, if we ever do mass-produce them.) Anyways, my idea was to program a robot so it only obeys the commands of one single person, it's owner. This would force people to have to buy their own, rather than just have a community one. Thomas rejected it. He said that he wanted to create robots with freedom, and that programming would make the robot more like an item than an entity.

November 13th 19XX:

Work on Blues comes along well. I've decided that if Light won't accept my brilliant marketing scheme, well, he can just get over it, because I'm doing it anyway. While he gets the sleep he seems so dependent on, I'll slip the programming into the computer, and disguise it as a simple subroutine. He won't know it's there unless he's memorized what was last on the screen. Even if he does think something's amiss, it'll, on the surface, appear to be completely harmless, if somewhat redundant. I'll program Blues to only listen to me, simply to spite Light.

November 14th 19XX:

Damn. He found it. Apparently, the programming produced a small syntax error, which caused him to look back over the programming, and he discovered it. I received a severe scolding. I tried to tell him that if this worked, we'd never again have to get on hands and knees, groveling, begging the U.N. to throw us the smallest portion of their funds. He told me to get some rest. I then said some things I probably shouldn't have. He told me to leave his lab immediately, and forced me out. This, of course, violated my house arrest. When the police arrived I punched one of them. They quickly overpowered me, and I was thrown in prison for a short tenure.

November 28th 19XX:

Light decided to bail me out. The U.N. warned me that I was now officially treading on thin ice. I restrained myself from speaking my mind. While in prison I formulated a plan to install the programming I wanted. Since simply disguising the programming wasn't enough, I needed something that wouldn't, immediately, affect the programming. Something that could remain invisible until I needed it to show up. But what?

December 10th 19XX:

Blues is coming along far faster than I could've possibly anticipated in my wildest dreams. Light does good, fast work. After looking at his work, I could easily see why he was always top of our class. Programming of that caliber doesn't come along oftenly. I have to make it mine.

December 25th 19XX:

We both took a break from our duties to observe Christmas. I got Thomas a Met designed to look like him. You should've seen it. It was hilarious. Thomas got me a "Get out of jail free" card. Hardy har. It seems almost a shame to resume our duties after having such a good time. I almost hope this night never ends.

December 31st 19XX:

10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1!

January 1st 20XX:

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

January 5th 20XX:

Perhaps I should get some sleep soon. I'm beginning to have hallucinations. Currently, there's a dwarf dancing on top of my computer. Seeing as I can't stop him, I'll just ignore him for now.

January 20th 20XX:

Blues' programming is complete. All that remains is for me to complete his body. This shouldn't take long, as I am almost done. Once Blues is complete, we can show him to the U.N. and begin work on a final product, which I have decided to call Rock. Light said that since he named Blues, it's only fair that I name Rock.

February 1st 20XX:

I must admit, I didn't think it could be done so quickly. But, I suppose that's what happens when the two greatest minds in robotics work together. Nevertheless, on Febuary 1st, 20XX, the prototype, DRWN-0, Blues, is finished. The 'R' in DRWN was actually due to a typo I made when I first typed the code name, but Light thought it was hilarious, for some reason, and told me to keep it. Soon, we'll show Blues to the U.N. and we'll have forever etched our names into history.

February 17th 20XX:

The worst has happened. Light had given the robot too much freedom. It escaped to see the world with it's own eyes. And the day before we were going to show it to the U.N., too. Light and I had yet another argument, where I told him that this wouldn't have happened if he had listened to me and restricted it's freedoms. It's a hunk of metal, not a person. The sooner Light understands that, the sooner we can work together smoothly.

February 18th 20XX:

This was supposed to be a happy day. It was supposed to be joyus. The U.N. official (Yes, the same one I punched earlier.) showed up today, just as we had told him to prior to Blues abandoning us. He demanded to see results. We had nothing to show him. He said he would immediately have our funding cut, and our reputations soiled. For the first time in two weeks, I slept. I hoped that when I awoke, it would've all been a bad dream, and that Blues would still be there.

February 19th 20XX:

It wasn't a dream.

February 20th 20XX:

Last nights sleep refreshed my mind. I understood what I needed to do. In order to put the programming that I needed into Rock, I would need to make a virus. Yes, a virus. A virus fit what I needed perfectly. I could program it to activate a certain amount of time after the robot was complete. Yes, a virus will do. The Wily Virus.

March 7th 20XX:

I can honestly say I'm speechless. The U.N. have decided not to cut our funding. They say they're intrested in Rock, and want to see him finished, but to, and I quote "Just make sure the damn thing can't run away this time."

March 13th 20XX:

Sleep is no longer an option. Between working on Rock, creating drones to please the U.N., and programming the Wily Virus, I have no time for sleep. My schedule is full twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. I can't afford for any one of these projects to suffer due to me needing to rest. My future depends on the success of all three.

March 27th 20XX:

A Civil War has broken out in Germany. Why do humans need to kill each other? We're so weak. Without our weapons, we have no way to defend ourselves from even the weakest of animals, so why do we insist on fighting amongst ourselves? Does simply having a weapon make someone that much braver? At times like this, I can't help but to look at religion. Now, I'm not a religious man myself, but I can't help but admire it. I mean, religion is one of the only subjects in which race, sex, age, location, none of those things matter. It just goes to show that if people become united under one thing, peace can be achieved. Perhaps if someone like Napoleon Bonaparte had conquered the world, things would be different. Perhaps, if the world was united under one ruler, there would be peace. If only someone would step up to the plate and unite this world. Then, then we could have peace.

April 1st 20XX:

Light told me that we lost our funding. I was infuriated. Then I looked at the calendar. That's not the kind of April Fool's joke you pull on old man. My heart nearly stopped.

April 5th 20XX:

I have reached a decision. I will be the one to step up to the plate. But only because no one is in a better position than I. I will use the Wily Virus on Rock, and modify him to combat the armies of the wretched U.N. Since they have no technology that could possibly hope to compete with a battle robot, my victory will be swift and merciless. When I stand atop the world, there will be peace.

April 30th 20XX:

I have decided to turn my construction drones into battle drones. These lesser robots will make up my primary army. No sense in just having them lie around, building things for morons who don't know their true potential. But, work on Rock is coming exponentially faster than I had anticipated. Perhaps Blues' escape is fueling Light's desire to finish Rock. Either way, I may not get the virus finished in time.... But, I must. I can't let the window of opprutunity close.

May 15th 20XX:

I have told Light that I hoped Rock could help usher in everlasting peace. He agreed wholeheartedly.

June 2nd 20XX:

Curses. I dwindled away too much time converting construction drones into battle robots. Rock will be completed tommorrow. The Wily Virus isn't complete yet. I have no choice. I'm going to install the incomplete Wily Virus into Rock and hope for the best.

June 3rd 20XX:

On June 3rd, 20XX, DRWN-1, Rock, was completed. So far so good. The Virus doesn't seem to have damaged any of his functions, so perhaps it actually worked. Tonight I'm going to test the virus. If it works, my command will override any previous function. So, to properly test it, I'm going to order him to do something he'd never do without the virus. I'm going to order him to kill Light.

June 4th 20XX:

I'm at a loss for words. The partial virus seems to have had absolutely no effect at all. Rock completely ignored my commands. Light's pathetic "Three Laws" remain wholly intact. I'll just have to complete the virus, then install it on top of the partial one. This is but a minor setback.

June 21st 20XX:

The Wily Virus is complete. I'll install it soon, but tommorrow we show Rock to the U.N. Hopefully those simpletons will be impressed by a cleaning robot. As for me, I'll just bide my time for just a little longer.

June 22nd 20XX:

The conference with the U.N. went better than I could've possibly hoped. They loved Rock, as they well should have. He's a robot unlike any the world has ever seen before. And soon he'll be mine. However, something intresting happened at the conference. Rock started imitating some of the different accents he heard there. This astonished both Light and myself. The U.N. didn't seem quite so amazed by it, but that's because they didn't have knowledge we did. Rock was learning from the things around him. What is upsetting about this is that Rock wasn't programmed to learn. He, simply put, should NOT have been able to do that. The partial virus must be responsible for this somehow, but I can't tell Light that. Anyways, the U.N. was so amazed by Rock, that they gave us the funding to make six more Master-class robots. Light said that he would make six, special purpose robots, and even standing across the room, I could see the gears turning in his head. No doubt about it, that man is a genius. Too bad he'll die soon.... Right after I get six free robots.

June 30th 20XX:

I have decided to test the completed Wily Virus. However, before I try it on Rock, I'll try it on something smaller. To make certain that it can at least work on something below Master-class. Of course, even among Masters, Rock is special. His learning ability will make him a powerful fighting force. I can hardly contain my excitement at the prospect of making him my slave.

June 31st 20XX:

I tested the Wily Virus on a Met today. I needed to order it to do something to override the Three Laws. So, I had it murder a child that happened to be passing by. It executed the order without delay. My whole body felt a twinge as the area around the child was dyed crimson. That twinge......was excitement. This was great. Perfect.

July 2nd 20XX:

I saw that an investigation for the child that I ordered the Met to murder was underway. Surely there was no way they could trace the murder back to me, but, to be certain, I had the Met melted down, and then destroyed the remains. I can't afford to go back to prison now. Not now that I'm so close. In other news, Light showed me some of his plans for the six masters. Even in their...shall we call it 'pure state', they have destructive power. Heh. Much like with Light, the gears in my head were no doubt visably turning when he showed me the blueprints. With these six, bringing peace would be all too easy.

July 4th 20XX:

We took a break for Independence Day. I wonder if, when I rule, will we celebrate that as a worldwide Independence Day? Heh. Soon I'll have some REAL fireworks to show the world.

July 7th 20XX:

I installed the complete Wily Virus in Rock today during a routine check-up. Both Light and his creations are so trusting. Too trusting. It'll be their downfall. On an unrelated note, Rock has taken to watching anime. He frequently goes around spouting about how evil will never win, and doing fake kung-fu poses. I swear, that boy is too easily influenced.

July 8th 20XX:

Rage. That's the only word that can describe my feelings right now. The completed virus failed?! How?! Does it simply not work on a Master-class? Or could it have something to do with the partial virus? I'll investigate further...

July 9th 20XX:

I managed to convince Light to let me have look inside Rock's head, but managed to skirt around why I wanted to get in there. Anyways, once I got inside I made an intresting discovery. It appears as though the partial virus overloaded the part of Rock's electronic brain that I installed it to. Now, this part is the part that the completed virus requires in order to properly function. I can't repair that part without removing his entire brain. Light would never allow that. Hmmm. With this, it appears as though there is one robot that will always be immune to my control.... Heh. Thank goodness he's only a cleaning robot.

August 3rd 20XX:

Work on the Six Masters is coming along well. They might actually be completed soon. I highly doubt that, even for Lights incredible speed. While Light works diligintly on my "Generals", I have created an incredible armada of "Soldiers". As a side note, I recently had some failures. That is to say, some construction drones that I failed to convert into battle robots. I decided to sell them. This has started bringing in considerable income for me. This is good, because what would I do if my robots fell into ruin? Simply hand the world back over to chaos? No. I need to have the funds to build my own robots. With my current funds, I could easily build three Masters, or 10,000 Soldiers. Do you see the difference between a Master and the Soldiers? I feel that even the price tag doesn't properly cover the strength gap between them.

August 16th 20XX:

It has been one year since I started this log. Amazing. Back then I thought that, by now, we'd only just be putting the finishing touches on a prototype. Yet, here we are, with a final product, and the funds for six more. Also, it's amazing how far I've come personally. When this project started, I wanted nothing more than fame. Now. Now fame is the least of my worries. I don't care about the fame. All I want is liberation. Liberation of the entire world. Liberation from chaos. So, in honor of this wish, that's exactly what I'll call this effort to save the world. Project Liberation. Well, log posts may slow down, as I can foresee nothing of particular note happening until my Generals are finished.