My name is Pluto, short for Plutonium. I’m element number 94 on the periodic table. When you see the title of my biography you assume that I’m the bad guy, a dangerous element. Well, that is not all true. While I am very powerful I am not the bad guy. I wasn’t always a bomb.
During an experiment of Uranium, element 92. Dr. Glenn Seaborg working late with his colleagues Edwin Mcmillan, Joseph Kennedy, and Arthur G. Wahl, when they experienced deuteron bombardment. This is where I was found and they named me Plutonium, right after Neptunium.
I had much time to myself inside of Berkeley lab, meanwhile seaborg went on to study other matters and kept me a secret. I always wanted to have a purpose, like I mattered but I wish I would have never asked that, once the Cold War approached, it all went down hill.
Scientists began working on the calculations. They worked on how many would react and how much of me was needed to create the perfect bomb. This process was long and tedious but soon enough everything was complete.
The bomb was complete and was in New Mexico. They detonated one on Nagisaki destroying everything, all as the scientists hoped.
In a lot a ways I was a great acomplishment and breakthrough for science. I just wish I could've turned into something that didn't destroy. . Knowing that i have been used for something so terrible hurts me because i know i’m a good element.