It’s hard being the owner of a nuclear power plant. Being in charge of so many workers and having to make sure they are safe at while at work. I have to follow so many rules and regulations. It seems like each rule is meant to make my life harder. I hate my job. I provide energy to thousands of families nation wide; but each family hates me and blames me for natures catastrophes. This is why I did what is now known as the ‘Artoms Catastrophe’.

      My name is Arthur Artoms and I am the owner of Artoms Atomic Energy. I have no children and do not have a wife. I have no clue as to who my parents are because they left me on a porch when I was born. They left me when I was 3 years old (or at least that was my estimated age). I am thought to be 59 years old. My life is very lonely and always has been very lonely. I live on 40 acres of land with my 5 house servants and my 3 garden keepers. They all try to avoid me while I am home. They try to stay away and hide from me but when I call them they do eventually come.

            I’ve tried to give a reason for the ‘Artoms Catastrophe’ but I have not thought of one yet. It has been nearly a month since it happened. That night I was taken into a black van by the government and thrown into a cell. They now think I am a terrorist and that I hate homeland. The news is calling it the largest, most devastating, and well-devised terrorist act of the century. Police raided my home, along with the media, and people from across the world. My servants are missing; I think that the government took them like they did to me.

            While I was under the treatment of the government, I was treated with great hostility. It felt like home, being ignored and hated. I wasn’t allowed a phone call and was not told where I was. They hadn’t fed me since I go wherever this place is, nearly 3 days ago I am guessing. I wasn’t allowed to communicate with anyone other than my interrogators. They hit me many times while they were asking questions. None of the interrogators seemed to be satisfied with the answers I gave. They would try and push me to give an answer that suited them. Their pushing for what they wanted to hear did not faze me or make me change an answer.

            The ‘Artoms Catastrophe’ was to be known as a terrorist attack on Great Britain. It killed over a million civilians and military persons. Years after the attack; damage is still occurring to the people and environment. I am still being blamed for it all. Not a single man would rise to my defense; I do not blame them for hating me.

            I was so tired of my job as owner of Artoms Atomic Energy. I decided to disband the company as soon as possible. That is why I caused the largest atomic explosion to take place in a populated area. The blast of the atomic explosion was equal to 60,000 kilotons of TNT. This is 10,000 kilotons than the largest atomic bomb created; the ‘Fat Man’ dropped on Nagasaki was under 25 kilotons. The fireball radii extended over 2.5 kilometers; damage was taken much farther past the 2.5 radii of the fireball.

            Today is my last day alive. This is the reason for writing this short little piece. I am hoping this gets out to the public and is not intercepted by any government officials. My story must be known and heard by the people of Great Britain. They must know that I am sorry for my mistake.