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is an older version of Vee, with much more complicated prosthetic limbs... which made drawing him quite a challenge...\n\n\n(the guy there is Calligari and is there for reference on the size of a cat moreau, Natasha is there just because your face... Victor had a crush on her...)\n\n\nVictor Pavlatou is a mysterious reclusive mega savant that inhabits the building 9. As far as his registered official history goes, Vee suffered greatly, both physical and mentally when his family died at a car accident caused by an terrorist group who tried to kidnap the infant genius. The accident caused him to lose both his legs.\nHe lost his right arm at the age of six in an incident that exploded the family barn as well as windows in half a mile radius, it actually was frozen by a burst of freezing gas and then shattered by the following explosion… Vee had been trying to create a new source of energy, but the available materials couldn’t handle the pressure. He spend the next two years “grounded” away from machines by his mother, despite that he build a prosthetic arm for himself in the first weeks after regaining conscience in the hospital, then went on focusing in the creation of a new alloy of metal like nothing the world have ever seen.\n\nI have huge amounts of info to give about Victor and the world they live in. Right now Vee is included in a “protection program”, living in the campus of this government managed college. He is not the only genius living around in hiding, and they tend to… pick on each other much to contribute to the everyday chaos in the campus.\nHe is nicknamed the steampunk by the very few people who knew him because he insists in his own brand of aesthetic use of machinery and apparently impossible steam powered constructs.\n(I am still trying to figure out why he has a Russian emigrated family but a Greek last name…Probably his mother came from there.)\n\n\n\n\nBelow is a much longer wall of text for anyone interested with the story I am making, also because I can’t really explain Victor without it.\n\n\n\n\n\nI know that the world I am creating is essentially a Cyberpunk world, it’s an alternative reality with futuristic and contemporary components mixed in a slightly dark society. But from the beginning I created the world entirely to accommodate this phenomenon that was supposed to be the core of my story and the major turning point halfway into it, dumping the characters in a entirely new scenario.\n“The polar ring” (inspired in Jules Verne’s 2000 leagues undersea… where Nemo found a path to a unknown continent or island in the centre of the south pole’s ice(???)). Well, my idea is that there exists a passageway in a certain location of the ice walls of Antarctica that leads to a completely different world. It sporadically sucked ships from around the world throughout the ages, from crusader ships to an armada conflagrating at certain point during someone’s attempt to escape St. Helen Island…\nThe workings of how this happens don’t matter right now, but the important thing is that the “ring” is the greatest secret kept by the world’s leading governments. But in all the recorded history, only two ships ever returned from that place. The ring emanates an aberrant electric/unidentified field that disables every single technology that depends on computers and chips. That, added with the insanely hard crossing between closing walls of ice and rapid, maelstrom like currents kept any modern ship from entering the ring. And the harsh conditions on the other side victimized most of the others. The maximum opening that allows a chance of safeish return only happens for a few months every twenty years.\nThe first ship to ever return, a “primitivized” research ship, former ice breaker was spat out of the ring a hundred and fifty years before (more or less in our current age). It was a floating coffin. The ship’s bow had been ripped off and most of the hull was covered in what seemed to be giant teeth marks from some titanic sea monster. The crew was all dead by hypothermia from the failed heating system, or drowned in the several flooded compartments. This ship actually sank a few minutes after crashing back into the Atlantic, it had been dragged and thorn by an enormous wave formed in the ice canal.\nAn almost immediate salvaging operation rescued many hand written accounts of the voyage, plant specimens, and most importantly, forty two drowned creatures stored in the cargo bay, anthropomorphic creatures.\nThe technology in this alternative past was already advanced beyond today, and soon a cover up genetic company was created to secretly attempt the cloning of these alien beings. The cloning happened, the five identifiable species in that group where for many years used as test subjects and regulation free guinea pigs for the pharmaceutical industry.\nBut after decades of tight control and great profits the idea of actually patenting these things as a genetic modification byproduct for pets started to flourish. They already had a very good notion that the creatures had intelligence leveled with the human, and that was a problem in their plans…\nCreators or not, the fact was that the beings labeled now as Moreaus had their DNA sequences completely studied several times by now, and where amazingly easy to engineer into customized appearances and fur patterns. With a bit of tweaking in the embryos nervous system and chip implants the distribution of humanoid pets with only primitive over-the-ape-level intelligences became possible. Their entire biologic life had been determined in reunions with spread sheets and graphics. An extensive propaganda advertising the genetic modification started to be employed from day one and went on for the better part of a decade before the final product.\nAt the same time, a viral epidemic of “unknown” origin also had been killing hundreds of thousands of household pets by quite a few years now.\n\nIn the end, thanks to the newly established “All American policy” that fused even further the government with the super conglomerates, working up a crescendo of federal control over the media and public opinion the green light was given, and the world was taken aback by the size of the achievement.\nThe Moreau had been intended to be able to follow simple orders (but much more complex than any other animal), they where vocally incapacitated, sterile and expected to live only 20 years each.\n\nThe mass hysteria boosted the sells sky high, not even the harsh reprimands coming from all the major religions had any effect in the sells.\nIn the next twelve years over twenty three million Moreau where spread over the world.\n\nBut then… trouble started to arise.\nFirst was the shocking discovery that almost every Moreau sold was eventually becoming fertile as they matured. The early releases, either by curiosity from their owners or by random chance had bred amongst themselves.\nThe super corporation and all its remote complexes suddenly closed doors, stating that the home breeders quickly stole the market and they went “bankrupt”. With a startling speed, reference figures, main stockholders and scientist vanished.\nBy the time the second bomb dropped there was no one to give explanations.\nThe puppies (for the lack of a better word) of the first generation where nothing like their parents. Their learning patterns, coordination and intelligence was on par with any human in development, and even though it was a late development, they could speak.\n\nHeh.\nFrom then on the story goes on how they when to pets, to pretty much the definition of slaves, to subcitizens and finally to the current fight for basic rights situation.\nThere is all the matter of the fifth race recovered from the wreck (the werewolves- the others being normal wolves, dogs, foxes and cats) and their use in illegal fighting pits for many years before their population was eliminated due to the extreme danger they represented. The only remains are the still illegal ones owned by the fighting business (something that happens in international waters, away from the law…) and the population settled in the Wolf Tribes Project in the today desolated Iceland –suffered from constant volcanic activity and finally the eastern half of the country became devoid of citizens 115 years ago when most of its major cities laid in burnt ruins- (nothing personal Iceland, I just needed a isolated place with the right climate… also who doesn’t like the sound of Viking Werewolves living in Iceland?)\n\nThe current storyline starts twenty five years before, when a second research ship managed to return from the polar ring. This one, like the first, had stayed stranded on an island for almost a year, surrounded by sea creatures of colossal proportions apparently attracted by the steel of the ship’s hull. This time they had no captured specimens of the moreau race, only several birds, mammals and fish. They also had stumbled upon a large site of recent ruins, an old town. The artifacts recovered where of no relevance, they did uncover some very rare minerals in the soil and a great amount of moreau remains on a graveyard. Also the skeleton of young feline dressed in the shreds of a leather jacket where found inside an unusual mausoleum in one of the island’s cliffs. By far it was the most recent remains found, not more than a couple years old.\nAll of the discovered artifacts and remains where loaded into the ship, who was forced to venture back into the open ocean before the crew starved with the scarce resources of the island.\nThey managed a better fate than the previous expedition, but it was sheer dumb luck. The research ship couldn’t pass through the final part of the arctic channel, the towering walls of ice had it slowly crushed, but there was more than enough time for the contents of this second ship to be unloaded.\n\n\nThese remains where studied for the following two years in secrecy, and eventually someone decided to try and clone the newest one from the mausoleum. It was a lesser project, just aiming the development of new software. The researcher in this particular case was a Moreau with the “genius trait” specialized in genetics (had some low-level access to the knowledge about the polar ring). He did his own experiments in the clone (a genetic lock), but when the cub was born he was the one chosen to raise the kid because of sheer convenience -similar fur patterns, a highly hereditary characteristic that would be easily explained- Thus Victor Pavlatou was born.\n(around this time most of the other characters are being born; Bo is already 2 years old and Luna is a zygote inside Makwa…)\n\nIn the Noodle text I mentioned the “genius trait”, which is the occurrence of extreme intelligence/social disabilities in Moreau cats. This trait seems to be completely random, untraceable and not really replicable by cloning. It generates individuals capable of revolutionizing their areas of interest still in a young age. Unfortunately only a small amount lives very long, the rest developing dementia and crippling personality disorders.\nTheir existence is a secret (as in their home governments “recruit” them while their minds are still fresh, most of the times removing them entirely from the grid.). The group that hunts Noodle works under the code name Dandelion. It’s a branch of the governmental agency that controls the surfacing genius Moreau around the world. Without concern for national boarders they cease any promising Moreau that has not yet been brought to the media. Of these public geniuses a large number die from an “genetic anomaly”, or disappear in reported “severe schizophrenia” attacks.\n\nHis now father raised Victor without any greater problems with his wife and daughter. But when Vee started to disassemble electronics and making functional devices before he learnt how to speak or stand his “dad” freaked out. They moved away from the urban centers, into a rural area in the middle of Kentucky (?) where the father started working in a small research facility.\nHe was very distrustful of the government as most of those with the tract where to authority figures, he also was a pacifist and the highest authority in genetic manipulation at the time. Since he got his hands in the bones of that specimen he knew it was something different; and after witnessing Vee’s potential firsthand he took the measures to avoid the militarization of his son’s life. He had all the research and cloning samples on Vee destroyed.\nThe skeleton used to clone Vee had only the remains of some clothes and a pocket watch on it. Vee’s adoptive father stole the bones from the archives along with the watch (not thought to be anything special –as it was roughly the same mechanism used in the Victoria era… no one thought to examine the metal used in the frame and gears dismissing it as a ring crossing artifact.) The bones he incinerated, leaving a replica in their place, the watch was also replaced by another one. Vee received it back in his 5th anniversary. Somewhere along the way he examined the revolutionary ultra resistant metal of the watch and developed a method to discover where else it existed.\n\n\nIt took 13 years to someone catch wind of the father’s betrayal (probably he was trying to leave the country back to Russia, where he was born). By then Vee had developed some mind blowing technologies out of pure scrap and a home education, he also had managed to blow his own arm, along with a barn, truck and windows in half a mile radius when developing a new power source using highly pressurized steam… he was 6 then, and he build a prosthetic one hardly a month later (after awaking in the hospital and facing a harsh “no science for life” from his Ma.).\nThe events that followed became a mystery to Victor as he supposedly lost his memories from the whole previous year (a small piece of brain tissue) and both his legs in what was called a car accident caused by the people with whom his father was arranging the escape to Russia.\nThe next thing he knew he was in a safe location inside the NSA headquarters, completely crippled and orphan.\n\nSome of his old dad lessons seemed a bit weird, but seeing his present situation Vee followed them by heart, much to the NSA frustration. The lessons where related to hiding his “hand” always; never keep records, if needed, create your own personal language and then encrypt it even further. Let people think whatever you think they need to think about you. Never overwrite the genetic lock unless your life depends on it; and most importantly, never trust “them”.\nVee lived underground for a year before he managed to convince the right people to let him join the “pen” by the means of calculated displays of above the average potential/ hint of extreme potential… and blackmail.\nThe Pen is the jargon to the government run university where the history happens. It’s publically known as the first university to accept Moreau and is the breeding ground for the cooperative genius traits, and the playground to the potentially dangerous 7 breakthroughs; the highest moreau potentials in the country.\nThe environment is of an explicit lack of bounders and sponsored competition between the seven, who present their new projects in the NSA headquarters and test field outside the town, as well as have their own “little fights” in the large campus area under the nearly total media blockage made in the city around it.\nThe genius in the pen are all aware of their “contract” with the government, an most are all right with this.\n\nAmongst the campus the breakthroughs are scattered where they find the best spot to do their work/research (normally taking whole sections of the buildings as high security laboratories…), but they all are very curious/outraged with the deal Victor, the “steampunk” got. He is the only one who almost never present his projects in the meetings, ignores the hierarchy and still sits on the largest, best located unoccupied building in the campus; building 9, the old classical arts building.\nStrange things happen in that building, but no sensor built to date is capable of finding a cause linked to Victor, its known that he has a subterranean lab under his official workshop where he develops automatons.\n(What isn’t known is that there is something far larger under the subterranean lab; the hand Vee is hiding.)\nOnly a couple people also live in the building dormitories, one of them being Professor Brown, an eccentric quantum physics teacher who seems to be Vee’s only friend.\nThe thing is, Vee had been growing more and more reclusive and depressed in the last years, his personal project of exploring the polar ring being left aside, the steampunk was staying months completely alone inside his building, with no human contact other than the obligatory meetings and health checks. Even Brown and the staff in the building are actually not living people, but bots created by Victor to keep his privacy. Brown is his unbeatable masterpiece actually; a real life technological singularity (a robot who could project and build an even more advanced robot who could build an even more adv… something like that, but he is limited by the personality program). His original name is Calligari, and he acts as Vee’s protector/butler/advisor/friend. The thing’s positronic brain was modeled after Vee’s own recovered cortex tissue, and his nanoskin default appearance is very similar to Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future…\nCaring for Vee’s well being Calligari staged the ultimatum where Vee had to accept new residents in his building or go back to the NSA. It resulted in both of them mounting a small stand besides the other stands (offering options for the housing) during the arrival event for the new students at the beginning of the year. Vee was sure that with the fame building 9 no one would come and his way of life would be maintained. With a discrete help from Calligari and a floating holographic screen 20 or so people signed in, and that was 20 too much for Victor, well, at least until he met Natasha and his life started to flip over.\nThe new residents of building 9 where mostly in the arts and music department, and they were a bunch of weirdoes (also kind of chosen on the spot by Calligari without Vee realizing). Those included Ralph, Natasha and Luna.\n\nFrom there on crazy shit start happening and is the start of my future comic… somehow all this will have to be fitted along the history, but I have some neat ideas, even though the history is focused in the couples Luna/Bo and Natasha/Victor/Kloe and Harry/Noodle.\n\nVee is a complete socially awkward reclusive guy, he is incredibly ashamed by his prosthetic legs that for him are linked with his fault at the death of his family. Victor suffers from phantom limb pain on both his legs, staying at the hot water helps him relax and the pain subsides, that’s how he is first caught by Natasha exposing his artificial limbs…and by Kloe... he really should stop bathing there!\n\n/textwall","description_bbcode_parsed":"This is an older version of Vee, with much more complicated prosthetic limbs... which made drawing him quite a challenge...
(the guy there is Calligari and is there for reference on the size of a cat moreau, Natasha is there just because your face... Victor had a crush on her...)
Victor Pavlatou is a mysterious reclusive mega savant that inhabits the building 9. As far as his registered official history goes, Vee suffered greatly, both physical and mentally when his family died at a car accident caused by an terrorist group who tried to kidnap the infant genius. The accident caused him to lose both his legs.
He lost his right arm at the age of six in an incident that exploded the family barn as well as windows in half a mile radius, it actually was frozen by a burst of freezing gas and then shattered by the following explosion… Vee had been trying to create a new source of energy, but the available materials couldn’t handle the pressure. He spend the next two years “grounded” away from machines by his mother, despite that he build a prosthetic arm for himself in the first weeks after regaining conscience in the hospital, then went on focusing in the creation of a new alloy of metal like nothing the world have ever seen.
I have huge amounts of info to give about Victor and the world they live in. Right now Vee is included in a “protection program”, living in the campus of this government managed college. He is not the only genius living around in hiding, and they tend to… pick on each other much to contribute to the everyday chaos in the campus.
He is nicknamed the steampunk by the very few people who knew him because he insists in his own brand of aesthetic use of machinery and apparently impossible steam powered constructs.
(I am still trying to figure out why he has a Russian emigrated family but a Greek last name…Probably his mother came from there.)
Below is a much longer wall of text for anyone interested with the story I am making, also because I can’t really explain Victor without it.
I know that the world I am creating is essentially a Cyberpunk world, it’s an alternative reality with futuristic and contemporary components mixed in a slightly dark society. But from the beginning I created the world entirely to accommodate this phenomenon that was supposed to be the core of my story and the major turning point halfway into it, dumping the characters in a entirely new scenario.
“The polar ring” (inspired in Jules Verne’s 2000 leagues undersea… where Nemo found a path to a unknown continent or island in the centre of the south pole’s ice(???)). Well, my idea is that there exists a passageway in a certain location of the ice walls of Antarctica that leads to a completely different world. It sporadically sucked ships from around the world throughout the ages, from crusader ships to an armada conflagrating at certain point during someone’s attempt to escape St. Helen Island…
The workings of how this happens don’t matter right now, but the important thing is that the “ring” is the greatest secret kept by the world’s leading governments. But in all the recorded history, only two ships ever returned from that place. The ring emanates an aberrant electric/unidentified field that disables every single technology that depends on computers and chips. That, added with the insanely hard crossing between closing walls of ice and rapid, maelstrom like currents kept any modern ship from entering the ring. And the harsh conditions on the other side victimized most of the others. The maximum opening that allows a chance of safeish return only happens for a few months every twenty years.
The first ship to ever return, a “primitivized” research ship, former ice breaker was spat out of the ring a hundred and fifty years before (more or less in our current age). It was a floating coffin. The ship’s bow had been ripped off and most of the hull was covered in what seemed to be giant teeth marks from some titanic sea monster. The crew was all dead by hypothermia from the failed heating system, or drowned in the several flooded compartments. This ship actually sank a few minutes after crashing back into the Atlantic, it had been dragged and thorn by an enormous wave formed in the ice canal.
An almost immediate salvaging operation rescued many hand written accounts of the voyage, plant specimens, and most importantly, forty two drowned creatures stored in the cargo bay, anthropomorphic creatures.
The technology in this alternative past was already advanced beyond today, and soon a cover up genetic company was created to secretly attempt the cloning of these alien beings. The cloning happened, the five identifiable species in that group where for many years used as test subjects and regulation free guinea pigs for the pharmaceutical industry.
But after decades of tight control and great profits the idea of actually patenting these things as a genetic modification byproduct for pets started to flourish. They already had a very good notion that the creatures had intelligence leveled with the human, and that was a problem in their plans…
Creators or not, the fact was that the beings labeled now as Moreaus had their DNA sequences completely studied several times by now, and where amazingly easy to engineer into customized appearances and fur patterns. With a bit of tweaking in the embryos nervous system and chip implants the distribution of humanoid pets with only primitive over-the-ape-level intelligences became possible. Their entire biologic life had been determined in reunions with spread sheets and graphics. An extensive propaganda advertising the genetic modification started to be employed from day one and went on for the better part of a decade before the final product.
At the same time, a viral epidemic of “unknown” origin also had been killing hundreds of thousands of household pets by quite a few years now.
In the end, thanks to the newly established “All American policy” that fused even further the government with the super conglomerates, working up a crescendo of federal control over the media and public opinion the green light was given, and the world was taken aback by the size of the achievement.
The Moreau had been intended to be able to follow simple orders (but much more complex than any other animal), they where vocally incapacitated, sterile and expected to live only 20 years each.
The mass hysteria boosted the sells sky high, not even the harsh reprimands coming from all the major religions had any effect in the sells.
In the next twelve years over twenty three million Moreau where spread over the world.
But then… trouble started to arise.
First was the shocking discovery that almost every Moreau sold was eventually becoming fertile as they matured. The early releases, either by curiosity from their owners or by random chance had bred amongst themselves.
The super corporation and all its remote complexes suddenly closed doors, stating that the home breeders quickly stole the market and they went “bankrupt”. With a startling speed, reference figures, main stockholders and scientist vanished.
By the time the second bomb dropped there was no one to give explanations.
The puppies (for the lack of a better word) of the first generation where nothing like their parents. Their learning patterns, coordination and intelligence was on par with any human in development, and even though it was a late development, they could speak.
Heh.
From then on the story goes on how they when to pets, to pretty much the definition of slaves, to subcitizens and finally to the current fight for basic rights situation.
There is all the matter of the fifth race recovered from the wreck (the werewolves- the others being normal wolves, dogs, foxes and cats) and their use in illegal fighting pits for many years before their population was eliminated due to the extreme danger they represented. The only remains are the still illegal ones owned by the fighting business (something that happens in international waters, away from the law…) and the population settled in the Wolf Tribes Project in the today desolated Iceland –suffered from constant volcanic activity and finally the eastern half of the country became devoid of citizens 115 years ago when most of its major cities laid in burnt ruins- (nothing personal Iceland, I just needed a isolated place with the right climate… also who doesn’t like the sound of Viking Werewolves living in Iceland?)
The current storyline starts twenty five years before, when a second research ship managed to return from the polar ring. This one, like the first, had stayed stranded on an island for almost a year, surrounded by sea creatures of colossal proportions apparently attracted by the steel of the ship’s hull. This time they had no captured specimens of the moreau race, only several birds, mammals and fish. They also had stumbled upon a large site of recent ruins, an old town. The artifacts recovered where of no relevance, they did uncover some very rare minerals in the soil and a great amount of moreau remains on a graveyard. Also the skeleton of young feline dressed in the shreds of a leather jacket where found inside an unusual mausoleum in one of the island’s cliffs. By far it was the most recent remains found, not more than a couple years old.
All of the discovered artifacts and remains where loaded into the ship, who was forced to venture back into the open ocean before the crew starved with the scarce resources of the island.
They managed a better fate than the previous expedition, but it was sheer dumb luck. The research ship couldn’t pass through the final part of the arctic channel, the towering walls of ice had it slowly crushed, but there was more than enough time for the contents of this second ship to be unloaded.
These remains where studied for the following two years in secrecy, and eventually someone decided to try and clone the newest one from the mausoleum. It was a lesser project, just aiming the development of new software. The researcher in this particular case was a Moreau with the “genius trait” specialized in genetics (had some low-level access to the knowledge about the polar ring). He did his own experiments in the clone (a genetic lock), but when the cub was born he was the one chosen to raise the kid because of sheer convenience -similar fur patterns, a highly hereditary characteristic that would be easily explained- Thus Victor Pavlatou was born.
(around this time most of the other characters are being born; Bo is already 2 years old and Luna is a zygote inside Makwa…)
In the Noodle text I mentioned the “genius trait”, which is the occurrence of extreme intelligence/social disabilities in Moreau cats. This trait seems to be completely random, untraceable and not really replicable by cloning. It generates individuals capable of revolutionizing their areas of interest still in a young age. Unfortunately only a small amount lives very long, the rest developing dementia and crippling personality disorders.
Their existence is a secret (as in their home governments “recruit” them while their minds are still fresh, most of the times removing them entirely from the grid.). The group that hunts Noodle works under the code name Dandelion. It’s a branch of the governmental agency that controls the surfacing genius Moreau around the world. Without concern for national boarders they cease any promising Moreau that has not yet been brought to the media. Of these public geniuses a large number die from an “genetic anomaly”, or disappear in reported “severe schizophrenia” attacks.
His now father raised Victor without any greater problems with his wife and daughter. But when Vee started to disassemble electronics and making functional devices before he learnt how to speak or stand his “dad” freaked out. They moved away from the urban centers, into a rural area in the middle of Kentucky (?) where the father started working in a small research facility.
He was very distrustful of the government as most of those with the tract where to authority figures, he also was a pacifist and the highest authority in genetic manipulation at the time. Since he got his hands in the bones of that specimen he knew it was something different; and after witnessing Vee’s potential firsthand he took the measures to avoid the militarization of his son’s life. He had all the research and cloning samples on Vee destroyed.
The skeleton used to clone Vee had only the remains of some clothes and a pocket watch on it. Vee’s adoptive father stole the bones from the archives along with the watch (not thought to be anything special –as it was roughly the same mechanism used in the Victoria era… no one thought to examine the metal used in the frame and gears dismissing it as a ring crossing artifact.) The bones he incinerated, leaving a replica in their place, the watch was also replaced by another one. Vee received it back in his 5th anniversary. Somewhere along the way he examined the revolutionary ultra resistant metal of the watch and developed a method to discover where else it existed.
It took 13 years to someone catch wind of the father’s betrayal (probably he was trying to leave the country back to Russia, where he was born). By then Vee had developed some mind blowing technologies out of pure scrap and a home education, he also had managed to blow his own arm, along with a barn, truck and windows in half a mile radius when developing a new power source using highly pressurized steam… he was 6 then, and he build a prosthetic one hardly a month later (after awaking in the hospital and facing a harsh “no science for life” from his Ma.).
The events that followed became a mystery to Victor as he supposedly lost his memories from the whole previous year (a small piece of brain tissue) and both his legs in what was called a car accident caused by the people with whom his father was arranging the escape to Russia.
The next thing he knew he was in a safe location inside the NSA headquarters, completely crippled and orphan.
Some of his old dad lessons seemed a bit weird, but seeing his present situation Vee followed them by heart, much to the NSA frustration. The lessons where related to hiding his “hand” always; never keep records, if needed, create your own personal language and then encrypt it even further. Let people think whatever you think they need to think about you. Never overwrite the genetic lock unless your life depends on it; and most importantly, never trust “them”.
Vee lived underground for a year before he managed to convince the right people to let him join the “pen” by the means of calculated displays of above the average potential/ hint of extreme potential… and blackmail.
The Pen is the jargon to the government run university where the history happens. It’s publically known as the first university to accept Moreau and is the breeding ground for the cooperative genius traits, and the playground to the potentially dangerous 7 breakthroughs; the highest moreau potentials in the country.
The environment is of an explicit lack of bounders and sponsored competition between the seven, who present their new projects in the NSA headquarters and test field outside the town, as well as have their own “little fights” in the large campus area under the nearly total media blockage made in the city around it.
The genius in the pen are all aware of their “contract” with the government, an most are all right with this.
Amongst the campus the breakthroughs are scattered where they find the best spot to do their work/research (normally taking whole sections of the buildings as high security laboratories…), but they all are very curious/outraged with the deal Victor, the “steampunk” got. He is the only one who almost never present his projects in the meetings, ignores the hierarchy and still sits on the largest, best located unoccupied building in the campus; building 9, the old classical arts building.
Strange things happen in that building, but no sensor built to date is capable of finding a cause linked to Victor, its known that he has a subterranean lab under his official workshop where he develops automatons.
(What isn’t known is that there is something far larger under the subterranean lab; the hand Vee is hiding.)
Only a couple people also live in the building dormitories, one of them being Professor Brown, an eccentric quantum physics teacher who seems to be Vee’s only friend.
The thing is, Vee had been growing more and more reclusive and depressed in the last years, his personal project of exploring the polar ring being left aside, the steampunk was staying months completely alone inside his building, with no human contact other than the obligatory meetings and health checks. Even Brown and the staff in the building are actually not living people, but bots created by Victor to keep his privacy. Brown is his unbeatable masterpiece actually; a real life technological singularity (a robot who could project and build an even more advanced robot who could build an even more adv… something like that, but he is limited by the personality program). His original name is Calligari, and he acts as Vee’s protector/butler/advisor/friend. The thing’s positronic brain was modeled after Vee’s own recovered cortex tissue, and his nanoskin default appearance is very similar to Christopher Lloyd in Back to the Future…
Caring for Vee’s well being Calligari staged the ultimatum where Vee had to accept new residents in his building or go back to the NSA. It resulted in both of them mounting a small stand besides the other stands (offering options for the housing) during the arrival event for the new students at the beginning of the year. Vee was sure that with the fame building 9 no one would come and his way of life would be maintained. With a discrete help from Calligari and a floating holographic screen 20 or so people signed in, and that was 20 too much for Victor, well, at least until he met Natasha and his life started to flip over.
The new residents of building 9 where mostly in the arts and music department, and they were a bunch of weirdoes (also kind of chosen on the spot by Calligari without Vee realizing). Those included Ralph, Natasha and Luna.
From there on crazy shit start happening and is the start of my future comic… somehow all this will have to be fitted along the history, but I have some neat ideas, even though the history is focused in the couples Luna/Bo and Natasha/Victor/Kloe and Harry/Noodle.
Vee is a complete socially awkward reclusive guy, he is incredibly ashamed by his prosthetic legs that for him are linked with his fault at the death of his family. Victor suffers from phantom limb pain on both his legs, staying at the hot water helps him relax and the pain subsides, that’s how he is first caught by Natasha exposing his artificial limbs…and by Kloe... he really should stop bathing there!
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