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Imagine if you will, an abandoned old warehouse building on the docks, just outside of a prestigious university. Deep within its rusted confines is a highly secret laboratory, dedicated to experiments that most people of society might think are wrong or immoral.
"To hell with what society thinks..." The diminutive science professor grumbled, as he walked around a high end late model inset island type range top, surrounded by his various rack mounted instruments, whirring, blinking, and buzzing away.
The man himself could hardly be called handsome. If anything he looked like an arch-typical mad-scientist straight out of a horror movie. He stood exactly four foot five inches tall, and looked as if he weighed two hundred pounds even, being build like a fantasy story dwarf. While he did have the muscles, he did not have the long, immaculately kept beard. He was clean shaven, with the top of his bald head covered in a stainless steel bolted on skullcap, an unfortunate necessity given that he had been born without the top of his head. Around it was a crown of stark white hair that stood up and out in all directions, a wild analogy to highly advanced brain that lie within.
He kicked absently at a stray combination wrench that was on the floor in his path, a circle of well work concrete around the kitchen island, having the floor epoxy paint worn away, and the bare concrete polished from his repeated, ceaseless footfalls. upon the center island was a skillet, and within it something sizzled away, filling the immediate area with the heavenly aromas of a fine cut of beef being pan seared in olive oil, and various domestic spices, with butter. "Society is so misinformed..." The mad scientist growled at no one in particular. "...so many of them are bred from inferior stock, giving way to mediocre deficiencies." He said in a forlorn tone, absently touching the metal skull topping that he had lived with for as long as he could remember. "That stops today. The world will know that the greatest mind of all, the mind of Arlan Rosin, had saved it from its unfortunate de evolution into idiocracy."
Arlan glanced down at the over complicated watch on his wrist, and his eyes immediately rose. He quickly scampered over to the kitchen island, and grasped the skillet. He slid the perfectly cooked sirloin around in its sizzling olive juices one more time, before plating the steaming perfection upon a trendy, square sized plate. He then tapped on his wrist, as a massive, doomsday death ray looking device swiveled into position high overhead, and enveloped the resting steak in a greenish hue of crackling energy. This would keep it at the optimum temperature, until "She" Arrived.
Protein was the building black of all carbon based life, being little more than an assemblage of amino acids and other chemicals. It was consumed to sustain life, and therefore, he saw it in a similar light that a sculptor might see a lump of fresh clay, or a painter might see upon a blank canvas. Opportunity.
He then spied the glass of what looked like chilled water next to the plate of beef and steamed carrots and butter beans. It swirled of its own accord, with a few faint traces of light glinting away, as if it had the tiniest parts of glitter suspended within. "Soon, my little friends..." He murmured. There was then a knock at the door. Arlan grinned evilly, and cackled softly as his plan was all coming together. He put on his immaculately tailored Fedora, the one that he wore while teaching physics class at the nearby university.
It would seem that his guinae pig had arrived. "Its open! Come in please!" He called out, as he cast his lab coat aside, revealing a tastefully fitted three piece suit.
"To hell with what society thinks..." The diminutive science professor grumbled, as he walked around a high end late model inset island type range top, surrounded by his various rack mounted instruments, whirring, blinking, and buzzing away.
The man himself could hardly be called handsome. If anything he looked like an arch-typical mad-scientist straight out of a horror movie. He stood exactly four foot five inches tall, and looked as if he weighed two hundred pounds even, being build like a fantasy story dwarf. While he did have the muscles, he did not have the long, immaculately kept beard. He was clean shaven, with the top of his bald head covered in a stainless steel bolted on skullcap, an unfortunate necessity given that he had been born without the top of his head. Around it was a crown of stark white hair that stood up and out in all directions, a wild analogy to highly advanced brain that lie within.
He kicked absently at a stray combination wrench that was on the floor in his path, a circle of well work concrete around the kitchen island, having the floor epoxy paint worn away, and the bare concrete polished from his repeated, ceaseless footfalls. upon the center island was a skillet, and within it something sizzled away, filling the immediate area with the heavenly aromas of a fine cut of beef being pan seared in olive oil, and various domestic spices, with butter. "Society is so misinformed..." The mad scientist growled at no one in particular. "...so many of them are bred from inferior stock, giving way to mediocre deficiencies." He said in a forlorn tone, absently touching the metal skull topping that he had lived with for as long as he could remember. "That stops today. The world will know that the greatest mind of all, the mind of Arlan Rosin, had saved it from its unfortunate de evolution into idiocracy."
Arlan glanced down at the over complicated watch on his wrist, and his eyes immediately rose. He quickly scampered over to the kitchen island, and grasped the skillet. He slid the perfectly cooked sirloin around in its sizzling olive juices one more time, before plating the steaming perfection upon a trendy, square sized plate. He then tapped on his wrist, as a massive, doomsday death ray looking device swiveled into position high overhead, and enveloped the resting steak in a greenish hue of crackling energy. This would keep it at the optimum temperature, until "She" Arrived.
Protein was the building black of all carbon based life, being little more than an assemblage of amino acids and other chemicals. It was consumed to sustain life, and therefore, he saw it in a similar light that a sculptor might see a lump of fresh clay, or a painter might see upon a blank canvas. Opportunity.
He then spied the glass of what looked like chilled water next to the plate of beef and steamed carrots and butter beans. It swirled of its own accord, with a few faint traces of light glinting away, as if it had the tiniest parts of glitter suspended within. "Soon, my little friends..." He murmured. There was then a knock at the door. Arlan grinned evilly, and cackled softly as his plan was all coming together. He put on his immaculately tailored Fedora, the one that he wore while teaching physics class at the nearby university.
It would seem that his guinae pig had arrived. "Its open! Come in please!" He called out, as he cast his lab coat aside, revealing a tastefully fitted three piece suit.