"The fever, the rage, the feeling of powerlessness. That turns good men cruel". That was exactly what I thought as I realized I had been sent back in time. I knew deep down that it was something I let happen, and that it was my fault.

I was a nice man, by no means a Samaritan, but good by society's definition. I had a wife and wanted to start a family, but I got into deep shit. My company, Nanocorp had been involved in massive money laundering for years. I had been paid well to keep my mouth shut, but I knew what that other schemes the company had committed. They were using their dirty money to build tactial nukes and sentient drones ready for armed combat equipped with chemical weapons and EMPs. Even worse, they were preparing to sell those drones to the Sheik of Kuwait, but not for defensive purposes, no this was much worse.

It was an idealogical struggle, as it always is with these conflicts in the region, but the situation had escalated out of hand. Israel had begun to lay siege to Palestine and other surrounding territories " for it's safety ". Kuwait and the rest of the Muslim ruled nations had enough, and declared war on Israel, and the rest of the world joined in. Kuwait and the Muslim region succeeded in defeating Israel, but instead of opting for democracy, they razed it It was madness, but I had willingly participated in that madness. Deep down, I knew why god had placed me back on this earth. I dropped dead immediately after I stepped out of that building. After I made that fateful transaction. I knew it was my duty to try and at least delay this madness. So I did.

I wired as much money as I could to various swiss bank accounts which only those who read my will could access, and I emailed various news publications and faxed evidence of the crimes committed by Nanocorp and it's various subsidiaries. I know I may not have done enough with these 10 minutes I have left, but I hope it may have set a spark.