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Author: Gamer Wigwom
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THE ORIGIN OF PROFESSOR NANITE
As a teenager growing up in Paragon City, I felt different than the other people who walked the concrete paths of constant struggle. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I was somehow different, but thinking nothing of this I shrugged it off and continued to go to school at Mayor Spanky High School in Steel Canyon. My name is John Alley, and this is my story. I advanced in the fields of science and technology and after several years I joined college. Through another few years in college I continued to advance in the art of technology, but now something was different. I was throwing out ideas that seemed insane to my fellow students and even to my professors, although they were scientifically possible. Then I started to notice that many of the ideas I had come up with, were thrown onto the table by another student, but in a way that everyone else thought simpler. This other student’s name was Hunter Oaks and it was obvious that he had some form of charisma that fooled everyone else into thinking that his ideas were newer and better.
After class one afternoon I confronted Hunter and told him to stop stealing my ideas. Hunter laughed and told me that I needed to stop living in my own fantasy world. Humanity would be better off without me and my silly ideas and a newer, better age of technology was about to be born. With that said, Hunter went back to his dorm and I stayed behind. I stood there wondering if I had actually gone off the deep end this time. As raindrops began to fall I lifted my head to the sky and closed my eyes while I pondered my future and my many breakthroughs. I knew deep down inside myself that somehow I was different and I wasn’t crazy, and I noticed that Hunter had the same strange feeling to him. I could hear the rumbling of thunder in the distance and left for my dorm to get a much needed rest.
During the middle of the night I had had an incredible idea that could very well change the way medical technology is used. I rushed to class to show my professor, but Hunter had already stolen my idea and had gotten there first. I listened from around the corner and heard Hunter explaining the breakthrough idea to our professor, and before Hunter could finish, I rushed out and accused Hunter of stealing my ideas. Our professor was unmoved but listened to what I had to say, and put his hand to his chin as I went on about nanotech material and medical tools. Hunter stood by with an arrogant smile and every few sentences would shake his head and give a fake selfish chuckle. When I was finished our professor looked at Hunter and asked him about my work, but once again Hunter’s strange charisma got him out of the situation. I was reprimanded for accusing Hunter of theft and was kicked out of the science and technology fields of the university.
I got my things together in my dorm room and then called a cab. I left the university and I was going to show everyone just what kind of inventions I had come up with. I bought an apartment in Steel Canyon and started to build my nanotech-driven machines. I worked hard for several months and was almost a fourth of the way through when I heard something on my TV. I turned and saw Hunter Oaks shaking the hand of Paragon City’ Mayor. Hunter had unveiled my invention to the world and I had now given up. Tears dripped down my cheeks as I continued to listen to the TV up until Hunter turned the machine on. It was a catastrophic disaster and the volunteer was killed after a long and painful torture as nanites ran through her skin and dangerous toxins filled her veins. Now a trickle of hope grew within me, and I continued for the next few days perfecting my work.
It had been several days now and I had hit a roadblock. My nanotech formulas kept failing, and so I moved my work to the Paragon Science & Innovation Laboratories. I also had an assistant now and he was speeding up the process towards a perfect formula. I was going to use my technology as medial help for hospitals and my hopes were high, until I heard yet another triumph by Hunter Oaks on my TV. My stomach got heavy has I heard that Hunter was almost finished fixing the bugs he had worked on before. I now rushed to finish the work I called the ‘Nanite Project’. There were still a few kinks in the Nanotech and the aiding chemicals that joined with it but I was willing to take the risk. I also had no volunteers to test the equipment on, so I decided to test it on myself. My assistant was hesitant at first but eventually gave in to my persuasion. The benefit of this new technology was worth more than the risks and I strapped myself into the machine.
Several hours went by as the machine measured and prepared the formula and chemicals. I laid there and drifted in and out of consciousness from being in the machine for so long, but then the machine buzzed with readiness and my assistant asked for one last confirmation. I nodded my head and a switch was flipped and a button was pushed and the machine sprung to life. Needles injected nanites into my arms and then injected the aiding chemicals into my lower neck and abs. Slowly but surely, I started to feel the effects of the unperfected chemicals. I shouted in pain as the nanites raced through my vanes and as the chemicals burned through my muscles. My assistant tried to shut the machine down, but he couldn’t without doing further harm to me. My assistant watched as he could see my neck get thinner as the poisonous chemicals burned away at my throat. And then after a few minutes the machine stopped and withdrew and my assistant immediately unlocked it.
I was barely breathing and so my assistant brought over a later invention that I had made that was an advanced respirator. It was locked around my face and I started to breathe deeper and deeper until I came to consciousness. My assistant looked down at me and asked if he was okay, but in response I threw him back and gave a growling reply and mumbled something about Hunter Oaks before escaping out of the room. Later that night Hunter Oaks was sitting at his desk in his office working on the final sequence to the perfected formula when he heard a noise come from the window across the room. He got up to investigate the sound and peered out of the window, and just as he got a view on the street below, I lunged forward and pulled him out. I didn’t kill hunter, but now I was going to test Hunter’s machine on himself. I strapped hunter in and kept mumbling things about him being better and me wanting revenge. I turned on the machine and a few minutes later the same result had emerged.
I got closer to Hunter and said, “Welcome to insanity.” But something was different. Hunter didn’t have the same symptoms as I did and was breathing fine, and while I seemed to be able to manipulate electricity and all forms of technology, Hunter seemed to be able to manipulate all forms of gaseous chemicals, including oxygen. Hunter threw me back as we started a massive fight that destroyed that floor of the building. Hunter shouted, “This is what you get for being so incompetent, John!” but I laughed and replied, “Foolish man… I am not John, I’m Professor Nanite!” The two of us battled and boasted, and even though our minds were now altered to the edge of insanity, we both still thought that our own technology was better than the other. The police were called to the scene and myself and Hunter (now known as Toxic Siphon) fled. The current whereabouts of Toxic Siphon are unknown, but I have setup shop on Mercy Island in the Rogue Isles, where I am now working on a new kind of technology.
And though you may be wondering why this story sounds like the tale of a sane man, well that’s because my mind is now separated. One side is John Alley, and the other side is Professor Nanite…
- Written by Gamer Wigwom for your viewing pleasure
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