Clayton

"Science, the art of understanding how things work and interact with everything around it." This simple phrase led him through his life, fueling his desires to dismantle anything organic, and inorganic he could to learn how it worked. It was because if that ability Xeno Industries hired him as their lead researcher. However money is what fuels a company. Not dreams, or morals. His superiors pressured him to produce products they could sell. Improving the lives of people and saving lives makes the company image look good, but it doesn't pay the bills. He couldn't exactly refuse either, what with the threat of losing his job and even worse, losing any and all credit for all of his work.

So in the end, he was snatched from his spacious lap with panoramic view of the surround landscape up on the twelfth floor and ushered deep underground through various forms of security. Gone were the rays of sunlight that poured in through the massive glass windows and lit up his lap, now replaced by the just barely audible hum of florescent tube light that ran across the ceiling of his new station. His new quarters were more of a prison than a work space, under constant armed guard a little privacy.

These conditions would lead anyone to believe they were prisoners, and prolonged time within could slowly eat away at ones mind. This was made all to clear one day when one of his assistants cracked. With his sanity broken, he was convinced that he had been imprisoned against his will and that his captors were after his brain. Unable to find a way out, chose the only possible way. Suicide. He however would not go down alone. The labotory was a stockpile of hazardous chemicals. Any of which could be used to exterminate a a large grocery store. There was little warning when the explosions occurred, ripping through the underground facility and engulfing everything in it's wake in a wave of destructive power.

Clayton had stepped out for a moment to relieve himself at the restroom when the blast occurred. The concussive force blew through the the bathroom, throwing him from his spot at his urinal and into an empty stall. His injuries were severe, if not fatal. A cracked skull, severed right arm, one of his lungs punctured by shrapnel, left leg fractured in three places, and to top it off, buried beneath debris with no way to free himself.

Engulfed in shock as his body began to fail from blood-loss and lack of oxygen to his air, his ear-drums ruptured and bleeding as well. Unable to make out any sounds or even hold a thought, he simply gave in to the fact that he would die. His vision blurred as his brain became starved for oxygen, his last thoughts a mixture of fear and sadness before they were blanketed in warmth and comfort as his conscience slipped away.

It was a miracle that anyone found him, and something greater that he was still alive. Yet here is where the irony lies. In order to save his life, they used him as a test subject, injecting him with untested drugs to stabilize him before submerging his torn and broken body into a vat of gray goop. Whether they were genuinely out to save him, or simply using him as an excuse to experiment on living humans. The metallic liquid liquid, dark in color and thick ion consistency was actually a bath of nano-machines, The nano-scopic machines flooded his body, integrating themselves into him as they got to work repairing his battered form. As the goop slowly disappeared from the tank, Clayton's unconsciousness form slowly emerged stark naked but fully healed.

Several days passed before his brain began to wake up. His ears were the first thing to click. His hearing muffled at first but slowly clearing as the sound of a steady beep pulsed beside him. The flood of sounds triggered his conscience to stir as one simple question appeared in his mind.

"What... is... that... sound...?"

The first visible signs of life appeared as his body began to twitch from the assault of signals racing through his nerves stimulating his muscles. His vision was next in line, his eyes creaking open slowly, blinking shut several times as his eyes adjusted to ambient light.






Maggie_ had the honors of being his first test subject. Subjected to a new weight loss formula which resulted in her being shrunken down to a mere 5 feet tall.















[Hmmmmm, does my profile fail enough for you now? I work on it in spurts. :P ]





Go away. There's nothing here for you and no one who will put up with you any longer.