Notes:

When I was a kid, whenever I'd feel small or lonely, I'd look up at the stars, wondered if there was life up there. Turns out I was looking in the wrong direction. When alien life entered our world it was from the deep beneath the Pacific Ocean, a rift between two tectonic plates. A portal between the dimensions, a breach. I was fifteen when the first Jaeger landed in San Francisco.

The world came together, pooling its resources, throwing aside old rivalry for the sake of the greater good. To fight machines we created monsters. The Kaiju program was born. There were set backs at first, the neural lobe interface proved too much for a single Brain. A Mind merge system was implemented, left hemisphere, right hemisphere, Transplant Pilot controlled.

We started winning, the Kaiju's stopped invasions everywhere. The Kaiju's turned into rock stars, the danger had turned into propaganda, Jaegers into toys. We got really good at it…winning. Then…then it all changed.