It was an Ockcident

by CDAnders

[one-shot poem] Otto’s thoughts on his work, his actuators, his life. This is just a really short little poem I had to do for the sake of the title. Enjoy! Please R&R. COMPLETE!

It was on Ock-cident

Fusion.

It was my greatest work.

I had worked so hard, night and day.

The day came. Everything went perfectly.

But then it happened. Peter was right.

I made a mistake, miscalculated.

Mistakes! They're nothing but disaster!

Miscalculations! Ha!

The blundering fool that I am, to think that I could control it! Such absurdity!

I am a fool My work, my life. All of it was…

An Ock-cident.