It was a dark and stormy Monday night. A hand reached out through the darkness to pick up a nearby phone. The figure raised it to his face and after a brief moment of pause said in between coughs, "This is Hoshi... I need your help...". It was the plead of a dying man, he called up the greatest scientist he knew. Someone who he was SURE would be able to do the job he has laid out. Laid out is putting it lightly, he practically had a whole thesis written covering every aspect of the procedure.
The most important part was the blood transfusion. This was not a normal transfusion. The plan was to replace his blood with nano machines. In hopes that from there the nano machines would slowly spread. It was all there, black and white. If he could perform the operation on himself, he surely would. He could create a robot or droid to do the task, though he didn't trust his life's project in the hands of a synthetic.
His pretentious views would cause him to seek out the one man that always nipped at his heels in terms of genius and progress. The man's name was Gary Denton, he was not so immediately gifted. He had to fight tooth and nail for what he had. After his successful conversation with his rival colleague, his hand fell limp onto the desk he was sitting at. He let go of the phone and let it fall off to the side.
He wheezed, then coughed, then wheezed again. Hoshi wasn't sure if he could, or even if he would. It was with great luck that his rival agreed to perform the operation. He didn't have much longer to live. He could FEEL death grasping at him. Sometimes you can just tell when death is knocking. He pushed this all aside, there was no time for worrying. He only needed one more week, one more week.
Alas, there was still plenty of preparation to take care of. He pushed himself up from the desk and hobbled out of his study. He turned the corner and headed for the lab using the walls and nearby object to help support his walking. The house of his, though mansion was probably the better word, had served as his HQ for the past two decades. It had everything he needed, the lab was fully equipped.
After taking a few steps down the hallway, a strange woman approached him. Strange, for at a closer look it was clear that this was no normal girl. There was a certain uncanny valley to her face. Hoshi was a strange man, as most geniuses are. He usually designed his creations to lack in one area or another. Perfect imperfections, he would often call them. Or maybe he just designed this as he was, impressive yet flawed.
Psychology aside, the girl helped him to the lab to start the final preparations. The final tasks went swimmingly, the doctor found himself waiting the last few days in complete isolation. When the rival scientist arrived they would of course engage in formal greetings and idle conversation. It all was normal, from the outside looking in.
Anyone would’ve thought the two were good friends even. But what was hidden, hidden for years. Was the fact that the rival scientist housed furious anger towards Doctor William Hoshi and his success. Years of resentment have come to a boiling point. It was partially understandable. Hoshi never had to work hard for anything in his life. The Doctor was just gifted, super intelligent. His achievements came often and in droves.
But nothing was perfect. William Hoshi suffered from debilitating social anxiety, which usually resulted in his shutting himself off from the world for years at a time. Which in turn meant that he had started no family of his own. It was all very bad for his mental heath, but amazing for the amount of focus he was able to put into his work. While other scientists balanced work with a social life, family, and things like that… Hoshi ONLY worked. Obsessively.
This final achievement would be his best, Project Moon Rabbit. If this wasn’t the formula for immortality than it was a HUGE bound towards it. The nano machines he spent 23 years developing would not only KILL his cancer, it would spread to his muscles, brain, bones, EVERYWHERE. It would make him healthy, stronger, faster, young, perfect. If all went according to plan, eventually the machines would replace ALL of the cells within his body. Leaving him the amalgamation of nano bots. The potential was endless.
But of course, there were plenty of fail safes set up. At any time he could halt the progress of the nano machine take over, leaving them as they were when stopped. Reversing the project would be more difficult but not impossible. Hoshi was not afraid to share his excitement with Denton, which only added coal to the rival's fire. It didn’t help that they worked in the same field and the rival had to deal with Doctor Hoshi outshining him more than once.
But that didn’t matter now, now HE had the upper hand. He controlled the hands of fate, it was Gary Denton that held the power this time. This little nano machine project was going to be the fitting end to Doctor William Hoshi. Hell, maybe he would even steal the technology for himself. There would be plenty of money and accolades in doing so. And it was only right, for what Hoshi has done to him all these years.
So the plan was set in motion, or so Doctor Hoshi thought. His rival administered anesthesia with the final words, “See you soon” as he wore a disturbing grin. Instead of programming these nano bots to replicate human flesh, he used them to fuel the ultimate killing machine. By removing Doctor Hoshi’s brain and placing it inside of a metallic husk, he brought the machine to life with the nano technology. The nano machines coursed through the robotic body, giving it life. With that Project Moon Rabbit became Project Brutus. The ultimate prison for the child prodigy.
For not only was it a mechanical nightmare with murderous capabilities. The brain washing also caused severe damage to the brain, removing any genius that was once inside of it. The revenge was complete. The rival set Brutus for activation and left the mansion behind him. Brutus woke up in confused anger, like the Frankenstein’s monster he was.
Brutus tore through the mansion, destroy all of the former Doctor Hoshi’s creations and work. Even the mansion soon fell under its own weight after suffering too much integral damage. That was it, the end of everything Doctor William Hoshi could have left behind. No family or any close friends to mourn him. Just the surprise and staged grief of the science community he had been so committed to.
I would like to start with base starting PL and get ZENI for this.