Tape 1

Day 1:

Micro-recorder, Kenzo Masamune.

Worker, Fukushima Nuclear reactor. 

It's six p.m here, and it's still light out. I am looking at our ruined reactor, and i think philosophically to myself, how many lives will be taken if we fail in our jobs? How many lives will be taken if we screw up? The nuclear reactor is like a small child, throwing a tantrum. If one does not handle the situation well, then the repercussions will resonate for years to come. 

My family is out there. My mother, my father, even my sister, brother and girlfriend. They've all escaped, of course. But with the congestion on the roads, i cannot deny the dark, gnawing fear, that they are stuck on the highway. and i am here. In the damaged plant, working, rather, slaving away at a problem that might just take the whole of Japan with it. 

It's late and i need my rest. An alert mind is needed, for the task i am required to do tomorrow. And one last piece of disturbing news. A man grabbed our state of the art technological laser cutter and sliced the head off several other workers before turning the slicer on himself. I saw his corpse being carried away. i can only pray that we are not being condemned to hell itself. Oyasuminasai