46 Machine Man 45 Villain Spawner

At the OSCORP Nuclear Test Facility, I observed Dr. Otto Octavius engaged in conversation with Dr. Peter Parker. I remembered from the movie that Peter had been just one credit away from completing his degree, but circumstances had prevented him from finishing. However, with me around, things seemed to have turned out well for him.

Peter had not only completed his doctorate in chemical engineering but had also pursued a degree in biomedical studies. It was impressive to see how he managed his academic pursuits alongside his heroic duties. Gwen and I were there to support him, ensuring that his commitment to patrolling didn't interfere with his studies, life and scientific endeavors. We can't have the guy go broke as we all know Spider-man have been known to suffer fate worse than most heroes.

Even Flint Marco occasionally joined our patrols. He was particularly fixated on his UMF(Unstable Molecules fabric)superhero suit, driven by his obsession with how his daughter favorite super hero is Sandman. Together, we formed a reliable team, covering for Peter as he balanced his dual roles as a scientist and a masked vigilante.

Amidst the array of scientific instruments and monitors, their conversation delved into the intricacies of theoretical physics and the Sun reactor.

"My design aims to initiate and sustain fusion," Otto began, his voice brimming with confidence as he gestured towards the complex diagrams displayed on a nearby screen.

Peter, ever the astute observer, nodded in comprehension. "I see. You're utilizing harmonics of atomic frequencies."

"Its actually Synchronized frequencies," Otto corrected, a spark of curiosity gleaming in his eyes.

Peter's interest was piqued. "Wouldn't harmonic reinforcement be more effective?" he inquired, his mind already racing with possibilities.

Intrigued by Peter's suggestion, Otto encouraged him to elaborate further. "Go on," he urged, eager to hear Peter's insights.

Peter seized the opportunity to expand on his idea, his words flowing with enthusiasm. "It's about achieving an exponential increase in energy output," he explained, his voice resonating with conviction.

Otto's expression transformed into one of awe as he absorbed Peter's explanation. "A tremendous surge of energy," he mused, a sense of wonder evident in his tone.

As I approached, I overheard Dr. Otto and Peter engrossed in conversation about the progress of the machine being built. Behind me, Flint Marco and his crew were diligently transporting a crate, likely containing essential components for the project. "How is it coming, Dr. Otto?" I inquired, curious about the latest developments.

"We have finalized the design and are in the midst of creating the perpetual fusion reactor," Otto replied, his enthusiasm palpable.

"May I take a look at the design?" I asked, eager to examine the intricate blueprints firsthand.

"With all due respect, Mr. Arasaka, the design is complex. You would need to be a nuclear physicist at minimum to fully understand it," Otto responded, his tone tinged with doubt as he handed me the blueprints.

Smiling reassuringly, I accepted the blueprints and began to study them intently. "It's okay, Dr. Otto. I understand your skepticism, considering I didn't pursue my studies further, I'm something of a scientist myself ." I reassured him.

As I scrutinized the design, I noticed a few areas that could be optimized for efficiency, as well as one glaring flaw that could potentially jeopardize the entire project. Recalling the catastrophic scene where a similar machine from the movie had exploded, almost endangering New York City, I turned to Peter for his input. "What do you think?"

Peter, ever the science enthusiast, responded with excitement. "This is a scientific breakthrough! A perpetual fusion reaction could provide clean and affordable energy for thousands of years. It's a marvel of science," he exclaimed.

Dr. Otto chimed in, his voice filled with optimism. "Indeed, with this machine, we have the potential to change the world for the better."

He can't help but shake his head, Alex interjected, drawing their attention. "While it's true that a perpetual fusion reactor holds immense promise, we must address some critical issues before proceeding."

He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "As you've pointed out, Dr. Otto, this reactor harnesses the power of the sun, which means we'll need robust measures to contain any radiation leaks. Even minimal exposure to solar radiation can have harmful effects, leading to health complications."

Alex pointed to a section of the blueprints, his expression serious. "Furthermore, the gravitational and magnetic field generated by the reactor poses a significant risk. Anything in close proximity to it will be drawn in, potentially causing catastrophic damage. We need to consider how to prevent accidental collisions and ensure the safety of both the facility and its surroundings."

He glanced around at the assembled team, his tone firm yet thoughtful. "Before we proceed, we must address these concerns and develop comprehensive safety protocols. Our goal is not only to harness the power of the sun but also safeguarding both our project and the well-being of those around us, I don't want any accidents to happen."

Dr. Otto's surprise, his expression show his oversight. "You're right," he admitted, a hint of chagrin in his voice. "I was so focused on bringing my design to life that I overlooked some fundamental aspects."

Peter, too, appeared ashamed. "I'm sorry, Alex," he apologized, shoulders slumping slightly. "We were so absorbed in the project that we neglected to consider the potential consequences. It's a major flaw in our approach."

Alex was surprise. It was a stark contrast to the stubborn and reckless Otto Octavius portrayed in the movies. Alex mused; it seems that with the absence of the mechanical arms Dr. Otto's demeanor is much more agreeable.

"It's understandable," Alex reassured them, his tone measured. "We haven't conducted any actual tests yet, and it's crucial to address these issues before moving forward. We can't afford to risk the safety of New York City or even the world by having an accident like creating a black hole during the test run."

Hearing this both Otto and Peter gulp at the same time, even the scientist and assistant can't help but sweat at the thought of the danger this project of theirs carries.

Alex glanced at the blueprints once more, a sense of determination settling over him. "Moving forward, you'll need to revise the blue print and incorporate comprehensive safety measures. It's essential that we proceed with caution and prioritize safety above all else."

Alex's words carried weight, and both Otto and Peter nodded solemnly as they absorbed his concerns. "You're right, Alex," Otto conceded, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency. "We can't afford to overlook potential risks, especially when dealing with something as powerful as a fusion reactor."

Peter chimed in, his expression serious. "Agreed. We need to prioritize safety above all else. We'll need to conduct thorough risk assessments and implement robust safety measures to mitigate any potential hazards."

Alex's smile was reassuring as he responded, "Exactly. It's better to address these issues now than to face the consequences later on. And as for OSHA," he added with a chuckle, "let's make sure we're not on their radar. We'll do everything by the book."

Alex then voiced his concerns about the potential risks of Dr. Octavius' mechanical arms, there was a tense moment of silence in the lab. Since no one had questioned the old doctor so far, Alex's words carried a weight that hung heavily in the air.

"I understand your apprehension, Alex," Otto replied evenly, though his discomfort was evident in the furrow of his brow. "But I assure you, I've taken precautions."

Alex nodded, his expression serious. "I've been going over your design, and while it's impressive, I can't help but feel a bit concerned about a couple of things."

Otto listened intently, his gaze focused on Alex as he continued to voice his concerns.

"For starters, attaching nano wire receptors to your spine seems pretty risky," Alex began, his tone cautious. "And then there's the matter of the AI controlling those mechanical arms of yours. What if it decides to go rogue?"

Otto's initial reaction was to scoff at the criticism, but he quickly composed himself. "I've developed an inhibitor chip to safeguard my higher brain functions and prevent any unwanted takeovers," he explained.

Alex smiled, acknowledging Otto's efforts. "I understand. It means you maintain control of the arms instead of them controlling you."

"But as I said before, direct contact is dangerous, it could lead you to becoming a vegetable," Alex continued. "Your body and even that inhibitor chip aren't protected from high temperatures. Are you not afraid of an accident that could cause those nano wires to melt and your chip to be destroyed?"

Otto's expression faltered slightly at the reminder of this potential danger. "I understand," he conceded. "I will make better shielding for the inhibitor chip to withstand temperature better."

Before Otto could dwell on the issue further, Alex intervened, reaching for a package he had brought with him. "No need for that, Doctor," Alex said, his tone warm. "Which is why I brought you this."

With a nod to Flint, Alex gestured for him to proceed. Flint and his crew brought forth a crate and began to unpack its contents. Inside lay a particular backpack adorned with four elongated mechanical tentacles.

Alex began to explain, his voice filled with assurance. "This backpack controls four actuators, developed and programmed to assist you in creating a the reactor. They are impervious to heat and magnetism," he emphasized. "Instead of relying on nano wires, which can be dangerous, they use nano transmitters to wirelessly communicate and respond to your nervous system, giving you additional arms."

"These arms are capable of precise control," Alex continued, his tone confident. "You could even operate a grape to peel its skin with ease." He gestured to the protective gear laid out beside the backpack. "Plus, we've included standard protective gear—a full coverall with boots, gloves, and a helmet—that will shield you from intense heat without hindering your movements."

Peter, intrigued by the machine, chimed in, "This is amazing, Alex. When did you make it?"

"I made it when I saw Dr. Octavius' proposal," Alex replied, turning to Otto. "No offense, Doctor," he added diplomatically. "Your design is good, but we can't overlook safety. If you're going to continue working with OSCORP and Arasaka, we need to prioritize safety and follow the protocols I've outlined for this company. I've invested a lot of time and money here, and I don't want things to turn into a disaster."

Otto nodded in agreement, acknowledging the importance of Alex's concerns. "I understand," he said earnestly, willing to comply with all terms.

As the conversation concluded, Alex turned to Peter, speaking in a hushed tone. "Keep an eye on things for me, will you?" he requested. "I don't want any accidents happening. Skynet will help you monitor things; you can ask her for any assistance."

Peter nodded, a sense of responsibility settling over him. "Sure thing, Alex. Thanks," he replied, ready to take on the task entrusted to him.

As I say good bye to the team working on the reactor I made my way to visit another dangerous scientist. Dr Curt Connors who is re-working on his lizard serum.

As I walked into Dr. Connors' lab, the sterile scent of chemicals filled the air. The scientist himself, now sporting a gray prosthetic arm courtesy of Arasaka and OSCORP, looked up from his work. His team seemed a bit frustrated, and I could sense an air of tension in the room.

"Alex, good to see you. We've hit a bit of a roadblock," Dr. Connors said, his voice carrying a mix of exhaustion and determination.

I nodded, acknowledging the challenges they were facing. "What's the status, Dr. Connors? Any progress on the lizard serum?"

He sighed, adjusting his glasses. "We've made progress, but it's not without its setbacks. The serum seems to trigger an aggressive mutation in the lab rats. They become violent, uncontrollable... and unfortunately, the majority of them don't survive. It's a gruesome sight."

I furrowed my brow, concerned about the unintended consequences. "Any idea why this aggression is happening? And how can we mitigate it?"

One of Dr. Connors' team members chimed in, "We suspect it might be an unintended side effect of the serum. The genetic manipulation triggers a survival instinct that turns them into these violent creatures. We're working on modifying the formula to stabilize the behavioral changes."

Dr. Connors added, "It's a delicate balance, Alex. We want the regenerative benefits without the aggressive side effects and turning into reptiles. But we're not there yet."

"Its understandable, things like this just don't happen overnight." I could see the determination in his eyes despite the setbacks and I continued. "Dr. Connors, got something for you," I said, gesturing to Flint, who was holding a box adorned with the Arasaka logo. "Open it."

Curiosity flashed in Dr. Connors' eyes as he carefully opened the box, revealing a sophisticated green prosthetic arm inside.

"What is this, Alex?" Dr. Connors asked, his gaze shifting between the arm prosthetic with lizard scales and me.

"It's a prototype, Dr. Connors. The product offers better control, more precision, and a few hidden features to make your work easier with a touch of artistry – that's what sets it apart. Consider it a gift to help you with your work," I explained.

He examined the prosthetic, his fingers delicately tracing its contours. "This is incredible. The level of detail, the craftsmanship... It's like a work of art."

Flint, who had been standing beside me, spoke up, "It's the latest prototype that boss has been working on."

Dr. Connors looked genuinely touched. "I appreciate this, Alex, Flint. It's more than I could have asked for. This will certainly help me not in just the lab but with everything else, thank you."

I nodded, "Glad you like it, Dr. Connors. You've been doing invaluable work, and we want to make sure you have the best tools for the job. Let me know if there are any adjustments or improvements you'd like."

As Dr. Connors carefully set the new prosthetic aside, gratitude reflected in his eyes, I felt a sense of satisfaction. It was a small gesture, but sometimes, the right tools could make all the difference in pushing the boundaries of scientific exploration.

As we say goodbye to Dr. Connors and his team, we made our way out of the lab exiting the imposing OSCORP HQ, I noticed Max Dillon in the vicinity, a familiar face among the bustling crowd.

"Max, long time no see," I greeted, offering a confident smile. "How's it going?"

Max Dillon, still displaying a hint of awkwardness but with a more cheerful demeanor, looked surprised but responded warmly, "Ah! Ye. Yes, boss, It's been a while. I ah, I can't complain. Just trying to make sure I don't fall into the tank filled with genetically modified eel these days."

Flint, standing beside me, maintained a stern expression but nodded in acknowledgment. "Dillon," he said, his voice firm yet polite.

Max chuckled, "Uh he hey, Flint, how are you, still uh protecting boss?"

Flint nodded again, a subtle gesture of reassurance. "Always."

I chuckled, breaking the brief tension, "Flint's the best in the business. Keeps me on my toes."

Max grinned, "Good to uh good, to hear it. Well uh, Boss, I need to go back to work now, take care."

I chuckled at his friendly tone, "Take care, Max good bye."

With the crucial matters at OSCORP and Arasaka Tower settled, Alex breathed a sigh of relief. The potential for disaster hopefully had been averted, and he could now focus on larger endeavors.

"I can't afford to be complacent," Alex muttered to himself, his mind already racing with plans for the future. And so, with unwavering resolve, Alex set forth on his journey, ready to face whatever lay ahead. He knew that his coming venture will be something bigger than everything he has done so far.