Hey buddy. No, no this seat isn't taken. You got a name? Oh, sorry, code-name, I guess is what we're going by now. Recruits, huh? Exciting! So, what's your story? How did you end up on this helicopter, eh?

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Damn, that sounds exciting! You sound like a real trooper, perfect for the PHYSICS division. Me? Oh,  PTOLEMY. Yeah, I'm a bit of an egghead. Wanna hear the story? I mean, we're stuck together for a while, eh? Alright, here we go.

Born to a pretty well-off family. Rich kid, I guess you could say. My dad was a scientist, my mum was just a regular stay at home mum. Happy childhood. Hmm? No, no they aren't dead. I am, technically, but lets not get into the details.

Graduated Oxford with degrees Neurology, then I moved out. I was doing well for myself, and had already applied for several scientific institutes, like Prometheus Labs or something, and I-What? No, I don't know who they are. Why do you look so relieved?

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Oh. Well, dodged a bullet there, I suppose. Well anyway, I was walking back to my home, when I saw this girl walking down the street. And there was just something... odd, about her. I got closer, and closer, and I realized... It was raining, but not by her. All of the raindrops seemed to just... fly away from her. Either she was in stage 4, or she was simply doing it by accident, I don't know, but I was enchanted. And as she walked, I noticed something. She dropped her wallet.

It took some digging. A lot of digging, actually, but I did find her. I hated the struggle, so much muffled screaming, and I thought it strange that someone so...powerful... could be so weak. And so I-what? What do I mean struggle? Well, I suppose the legal term would be I kidnapped it, yes, but I prefer to call it seizing an asset. That thing isn't human, it's on another level. It's a demigod in waiting, and a man captured it. That, my friend, is the glory of our race.

Wipe that look off your face, you soppy fuck. Anyway, so I started by asking the basic questions, when did you notice this power, how well can you manifest it, so on so forth, but that yielded inconclusive results. She was either naive, or lying, so I figured I would need to do better. So then I went digging. Literally, in her noggin. That degree in Neurology was paying off, let me tell you. And I-Oh, what now?
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A Nazi? Hardly. I am not one of those racist dimwits. I believe in the glory of mankind! Killing someone for their heritage is fruitless, pointless, you kill your own kind! And besides, I didn't kill it. Yes, it, you see, there is a difference. Yes, I did live brain surgery on it. What did it do to "her", as you so wrongly call it? Well... Let's just say that the GOC didn't find very much left to neutralize when they came in.

So I went digging, and I started studying. Found certain... irregularities in the brain, and certain trends in the

So eventually, I don't know how they did it, but the GOC came-a-knocking. And by knocking I meant they burst the fucking door down. They had me scanned, and it scanned, with the Veri-whatever it is. And they saw I was clear, and it wasn't. So they sat me down, and I showed them my research, and what I found and how I got her, and so they were left with two options: Silence me, by whatever means, or hire me. I guess the second one was easier, though there were some concerns over "ethic and moral issues". Give me a fucking break. These things aren't human, aren't our kin. You're a fool to try and protect them, or see to their well being. They can be the death of us, or our rebirth!

Hmm? Codename? Ah yes, I thought of it as they were carting me off. One of the Privates who raided my home saw my... well, future plans. He muttered "This is some Frankenstein shit, doc."

And I thought "Yes...Frankenstein..." A true patron for humanity! Went about advancing our race through science, though, I suppose he didn't do a very good job of keeping his pet on a leash. But I don't use a leash.

I use a scalpel.