MasterOfWhispers
Star
- Joined
- Jan 15, 2009
"Millionaire, architect, mechanic, hell even a pretty damn good musician. The entire world is wondering what direction will you go at next." The journalist was asking rather eagerly.
Cyrus Blake gave a deep sigh. The Tall, light grey suited man, with a strong back as well as strong will scratched his jet black hair. His brown eyes turniing to the journalist carefully. Like many other interviews with this Master of hundreds of different scientific discplines he had responded in his usual formal and diplomatic facade. He shot the female reporter with a pearly white smile and a tone that was gentle and soothing.
"Oh that's still top secret... But come the next N-1 conference you'll be sure to see something truly amazing."
"The world cannot wait...."
After the interview had finished, Cyrus returned to mansion. At the age of eighteen he already earned his masters for his bio-engineering science. At twenty one he opened up his own company and one of the first achievements the company made developing a new way to clone organs. Now at twenty-four he was at lost as what to do. The entire world was at his finger tips, but overall buried in his heart was this sad emptiness. As he entered the living room, he'd once again go up to the portrait hanging over the fire place. A portrait of his mother and father.
"It's been many years since you left me. It still feels like I'm missing somthing." Cyrus told the portrait. He sad smile, crossed his face. As he walked away to the basement.
At his laboratory, a Jar with clear liquid was sitting at his table. On it it was labeled Incubus-9.
"Oi Sebastion." Cyrus told the A.I running his house. "Any new information on the scans for this particular drug."
"All readings were inconclusive. whoever manufactured this drug, he or she knew what they were doing."
Cyrus took a breath. The genius was handed this new drug by the FBI, requesting that he took a look into it's effects. It was a drug which enhanced sexual pleasure and also did something more to the user.
"How about it's companion drug, Succubus-40"
"Same result" Responded the A.I in it's monotone voice.
Before he could go any further. Sebastion spoke up again
"Sir you have a ring outside the door."
"Oh must be another journalist..."
"I don't believe so. Take a look for yourself..."
He approached one of his computer systems and looked on the screen. Cyrus' eyebrows furrowed.
"Wait... She looks familiar..."
Cyrus Blake gave a deep sigh. The Tall, light grey suited man, with a strong back as well as strong will scratched his jet black hair. His brown eyes turniing to the journalist carefully. Like many other interviews with this Master of hundreds of different scientific discplines he had responded in his usual formal and diplomatic facade. He shot the female reporter with a pearly white smile and a tone that was gentle and soothing.
"Oh that's still top secret... But come the next N-1 conference you'll be sure to see something truly amazing."
"The world cannot wait...."
After the interview had finished, Cyrus returned to mansion. At the age of eighteen he already earned his masters for his bio-engineering science. At twenty one he opened up his own company and one of the first achievements the company made developing a new way to clone organs. Now at twenty-four he was at lost as what to do. The entire world was at his finger tips, but overall buried in his heart was this sad emptiness. As he entered the living room, he'd once again go up to the portrait hanging over the fire place. A portrait of his mother and father.
"It's been many years since you left me. It still feels like I'm missing somthing." Cyrus told the portrait. He sad smile, crossed his face. As he walked away to the basement.
At his laboratory, a Jar with clear liquid was sitting at his table. On it it was labeled Incubus-9.
"Oi Sebastion." Cyrus told the A.I running his house. "Any new information on the scans for this particular drug."
"All readings were inconclusive. whoever manufactured this drug, he or she knew what they were doing."
Cyrus took a breath. The genius was handed this new drug by the FBI, requesting that he took a look into it's effects. It was a drug which enhanced sexual pleasure and also did something more to the user.
"How about it's companion drug, Succubus-40"
"Same result" Responded the A.I in it's monotone voice.
Before he could go any further. Sebastion spoke up again
"Sir you have a ring outside the door."
"Oh must be another journalist..."
"I don't believe so. Take a look for yourself..."
He approached one of his computer systems and looked on the screen. Cyrus' eyebrows furrowed.
"Wait... She looks familiar..."