My hands shake as I write this; believe that I narrowly escaped my encounter with the intruder, Albedo, alive...

He does not truly resemble Matthew, that much is to be cleared up swiftly. Somehow, and, I understand how this looks,

My memories and fondness for the boy have warped how the intruder looks to me, for he does not resemble anyone at all.

Merely a shapeless blob with snow white hair. Perhaps I've come to deserve this, I'm certain I have committed some heinous acts in my lifetime,

I am a scientist for war first and humanity second after all. The intruder spoke of purging

Academy City in order to make room for his own army of Omnitrix Wielders. Only by one of the students was I myself saved from whatever fate was grasping for me otherwise.

I no longer know what to do now, who to trust. The intruder said that Theodore was aiding him but surely this is not limited to him.

There are others.

Who else could be aiding this strange, intruding boy? Matheo? He has begun to grow weary of my presence... I can tell.

I have fallen too far from my goals for long enough, no longer shall I mingle with students and waste time chasing ghosts with dreams of revolution,

the time has come to resume my research and find my goal of immortality. So close to danger today I understand now. I want to live. Death goes against my human instinct;

and either chasing or waiting for it is a waste of resources and time. I must exist forevermore, outlive this civilization and build the next.

Perhaps there's already a way. Albedo.

He lost his shape only to be shaped in my eyes by memory, a phenomenon thought to be impossible by rational people.

Perhaps I could be like him in a different way. Instead of being shaped by memories, I could becomes the memories of everyone in this city; or rather,  

the essences of them all. Say a cataclysmic event were to erupt and fold the very atoms of this society and it's inhabitants down into me.

I would no longer be the smartest human to grace this place, I would be a living testament to it.

To accomplish this will be no easy task, but there is a solution, the Omnitrixes that infest this rotten city.

I will merely invert their functionality. Like when one of the children transforms, the makeup of this place will be saved, then stored, in me. As me.

The only question then is what to do with the consciousness of these people, but without a body to inhabit it's safe to assume they will immediately perish anyway.

Most everyone here will be made into history whilst I shape it. The thought makes me feel something again, a feat I assumed impossible now.

Of course, though, nobody will go along with this willingly, the fools. I will continue my project in secret

for the time to come.