Being a prof. in theory and physical science, Malcohm or Prof. Slate, as his students called him, had experimented with electricity to try and improve the conductivity of new metals found in the city after the police found a mysterious purple probe. The metals found in the probe seem to be "Not of this Earth" and that intrigued him. After several months of metallurgic research and many more months of heat and cold tests, it was finally his turn to work on the
"Unknown" metal.
Slate had now been working for almost 3 days straight, something he only does when he gets really excited about projects and something he knows that shouldn't be done because mistakes are made when you get exhausted. There was a huge storm going on over the city. A storm that has only been seen once or twice in recent memory. He knew it wasn't a good idea to be working this tired and during this storm, but the things he was discovering could change the world as he knows it and he just had to break the secrets of this puzzle. It seemed that no matter what amount of electric current was put into the metal, it would just absorb it like a sponge to water. There was an in flow current, but no release. So, with one last idea, Slate attached the labs new tesla coils to the metal and began the power up procedure.
"I just don't understand." Slate thought to himself. "No matter what amount of current I put into this thing, it just keeps sucking it up."
Just as he was about to power down the tesla's, the city power grid was hit by a huge lightning strike. It seemed that none of the breaker points in the power lines were stopping the flow of electricity. As Slate pulled on the handle to shut the power, the surge hit. With a blinding light and a force one could never imagine, Slate was electrocuted. Several weeks had passed and the comma that Malcohm Slater was in was about to be over and the life he knew before was going to be a thing of the past.
"Where am I?" Malcohm said with confusion.
"You're safe." said the mid toned voice.
"I can't see! What's going on?" Malcohm replied in a almost panic like manor.
"Your sight will return and I'll explain everything in time, but first, we have to get your strength back. You've been out of it for sometime."
Two days had passed since Malcohm awoke from his comma and he was starting to get upset with not being able to see and not getting the answers he wanted...he needed.
"It's time, Malcohm", the mystery voice said. "We can now take the bandages off."
With that, Malcohm started to rip off the wrap around his eyes as fast as he could.
"Slow down. We have to do this slowly!" snapped the mystery man.
"Ok, ok...slowly. Just get these things off me" replied Malcohm.
As the last piece of cotton was removed from his eyes, Malcohm's life as he knew it was changing.
"Everything is blury." said Malcom is a somewhat agitated tone.
"It'll clear up. Don't worry about it."
"Ok, I think things are clearing up." Malcohm replied back just as someone started to walk into his field of view.
With his eyes still trying to adjust, Malcohm was seeing a man, dressed all in white walking toward him.
"Who are you?" asked Malcohm. "That, right now isn't to important." was the reply, "But what happened to you is. Just over two weeks ago there was a large explosion at the university lab." the man in white started to explain.
"Explosion?!? I don't understand. I was working on this new metal and now I'm here."
"Ok, here is what we know and the rest we hope you can fill us in." started White. "From what we can tell, after the explosion, you were subjected to an extreme amount of electricity. This would have normally killed a person, but for some reason, you're still here. We found your body serveral hundred feet away from the where the lab was and you seemed for the most part uninjured."
"This doesn't seem to look like any hospital I've ever seen?" asked Slate.
"That's because you're not in a hospital. You are in our Super Group Head Quarters." was the reply.
"OK...now I'm really confused. Super Group? Why would a Super Group be interested in me?" asked the totally puzzled Malcohm.
"Now this is where we start asking you some questions. The big one is, what were you doing when this explosion occured?" started White.
"The last thing I remember is working on this new metal we found. The metal was able to absorb extreme amounts of electical current without any dissipation.
Past that I don't remember anything."
"The reason I'm asking is that over the last two weeks you have been showing abnormal symptoms. Anytime we have anything electrical around you it seems to short out. Up to this point your powers seem to be accumulating and we are unsure when it is going to stop. That's the main reason why you are here."
"Ok, you still haven't answered my question totally. Where is here?!"
"Here is the Operatives Head Quarters, and I am Operative White."
"Fine. Now that I know what here is, why am I here?"
"You're here because you have been given a gift, by accident, but a gift none the less. We want to try to help you control it."
"What if I don't want your help?"
"You are more than welcome to leave, anytime. We won't hold you here."
"Ok. If I decide to stay, what will become of me?"
"You have something that we want to try to exploit. This new power you have can really help us in fighting crime in Paragon City. We know that you are a loner, and we know that your past, for the most part, is unknown to you. We can help you try to find it."
Over the next several hours Malcohm sat mulling over everything that was said to him up to this point. Still confused, he accepted White's offer.
"I'm very happy that you have decided to join us, but now we have to give you an alias and a uniform. Going from your name, I think we will call you...Operative Slate."
Being a prof. in theory and physical science, Malcohm or Prof. Slate, as his students called him, had experimented with electricity to try and improve the conductivity of new metals found in the city after the police found a mysterious purple probe. The metals found in the probe seem to be "Not of this Earth" and that intrigued him. After several months of metallurgic research and many more months of heat and cold tests, it was finally his turn to work on the
"Unknown" metal.
Slate had now been working for almost 3 days straight, something he only does when he gets really excited about projects and something he knows that shouldn't be done because mistakes are made when you get exhausted. There was a huge storm going on over the city. A storm that has only been seen once or twice in recent memory. He knew it wasn't a good idea to be working this tired and during this storm, but the things he was discovering could change the world as he knows it and he just had to break the secrets of this puzzle. It seemed that no matter what amount of electric current was put into the metal, it would just absorb it like a sponge to water. There was an in flow current, but no release. So, with one last idea, Slate attached the labs new tesla coils to the metal and began the power up procedure.
"I just don't understand." Slate thought to himself. "No matter what amount of current I put into this thing, it just keeps sucking it up."
Just as he was about to power down the tesla's, the city power grid was hit by a huge lightning strike. It seemed that none of the breaker points in the power lines were stopping the flow of electricity. As Slate pulled on the handle to shut the power, the surge hit. With a blinding light and a force one could never imagine, Slate was electrocuted. Several weeks had passed and the comma that Malcohm Slater was in was about to be over and the life he knew before was going to be a thing of the past.
"Where am I?" Malcohm said with confusion.
"You're safe." said the mid toned voice.
"I can't see! What's going on?" Malcohm replied in a almost panic like manor.
"Your sight will return and I'll explain everything in time, but first, we have to get your strength back. You've been out of it for sometime."
Two days had passed since Malcohm awoke from his comma and he was starting to get upset with not being able to see and not getting the answers he wanted...he needed.
"It's time, Malcohm", the mystery voice said. "We can now take the bandages off."
With that, Malcohm started to rip off the wrap around his eyes as fast as he could.
"Slow down. We have to do this slowly!" snapped the mystery man.
"Ok, ok...slowly. Just get these things off me" replied Malcohm.
As the last piece of cotton was removed from his eyes, Malcohm's life as he knew it was changing.
"Everything is blury." said Malcom is a somewhat agitated tone.
"It'll clear up. Don't worry about it."
"Ok, I think things are clearing up." Malcohm replied back just as someone started to walk into his field of view.
With his eyes still trying to adjust, Malcohm was seeing a man, dressed all in white walking toward him.
"Who are you?" asked Malcohm. "That, right now isn't to important." was the reply, "But what happened to you is. Just over two weeks ago there was a large explosion at the university lab." the man in white started to explain.
"Explosion?!? I don't understand. I was working on this new metal and now I'm here."
"Ok, here is what we know and the rest we hope you can fill us in." started White. "From what we can tell, after the explosion, you were subjected to an extreme amount of electricity. This would have normally killed a person, but for some reason, you're still here. We found your body serveral hundred feet away from the where the lab was and you seemed for the most part uninjured."
"This doesn't seem to look like any hospital I've ever seen?" asked Slate.
"That's because you're not in a hospital. You are in our Super Group Head Quarters." was the reply.
"OK...now I'm really confused. Super Group? Why would a Super Group be interested in me?" asked the totally puzzled Malcohm.
"Now this is where we start asking you some questions. The big one is, what were you doing when this explosion occured?" started White.
"The last thing I remember is working on this new metal we found. The metal was able to absorb extreme amounts of electical current without any dissipation.
Past that I don't remember anything."
"The reason I'm asking is that over the last two weeks you have been showing abnormal symptoms. Anytime we have anything electrical around you it seems to short out. Up to this point your powers seem to be accumulating and we are unsure when it is going to stop. That's the main reason why you are here."
"Ok, you still haven't answered my question totally. Where is here?!"
"Here is the Operatives Head Quarters, and I am Operative White."
"Fine. Now that I know what here is, why am I here?"
"You're here because you have been given a gift, by accident, but a gift none the less. We want to try to help you control it."
"What if I don't want your help?"
"You are more than welcome to leave, anytime. We won't hold you here."
"Ok. If I decide to stay, what will become of me?"
"You have something that we want to try to exploit. This new power you have can really help us in fighting crime in Paragon City. We know that you are a loner, and we know that your past, for the most part, is unknown to you. We can help you try to find it."
Over the next several hours Malcohm sat mulling over everything that was said to him up to this point. Still confused, he accepted White's offer.
"I'm very happy that you have decided to join us, but now we have to give you an alias and a uniform. Going from your name, I think we will call you...Operative Slate."