New York Brooklyn, March 1998
Devices of all sizes and colors decorated the halls and vicinity of the room. Each with their own unique purposes. Yet all these devices shared a common feature they all emitted a small cold hum and chill on the skin.
The laboratory was decorated with gadgets and other forms of science from the machines to the E=MC squared posters on the walls.
Within the center of the lab lay his head against his desk with a monitor beeping to life from it. The computer old yet high grade for the college this student was in.
Around the man's neck was a lanyard with the City University of New York the CUNY. Under the college icon was a name printed to what seemed to be both a keycard and identification card.
Victor B. Fries is what the name read. Victor wore a lab coat seeming to dwarf his size using it as a blanket on the cold hard desk. Under his lab coat was a simple polo shirt.
For his bottom torso Victor wore khaki slacks and brown vans with fashionable laces strewn into them.
His features were brown both for his hair and eyes. His hair was disheveled from its lack of care. Yet his eyes carried a huge baggage under them detailing the sleepless nights he's been in.
From the hours and days of tortuous work Victor couldn't even process the sounds of mechanical doors opening. Where normally he'd become up right to this familiar sound.
"Vicky!!! How ya doin!!" The familiar yet vague voice carried a sense of familiarity and caring masking any hidden agenda of their ever was one.
"Uhmmm?" Victor hearing a voice awoke quickly enough to almost seem like a child being caught be their parent in doing a crime.
"Oh? Looks like you've still haven't slept? Good thing I brought Italian!" The voice still filled with familiarity and now a sense of joy as he placed the silicon bag down with the name Antonio's Pizza on it.
The man who entered wore a business casual blue being its main color. The man unlike Victor had his slivered hair slicked back in a formal yet appropriate form of appearance.
Like Victor he had white skin but instead of brown had blue sapphire eyes that showed an equal amount of sleep. Around this man's neck was another lanyard with the same CUNY logo with the name Simon T. Stag.
"What do you want Stag?" Victor's voice filled with venom be it from his relationship or lack of sleep. Spoke to his science 'partner' who has hardly been present in their conjoined lab since their sophomore year with it being their senior year of both their Doctorates.
"Come on Vicky! I got pepperoni your favorite!" Simon in hopes of calming the annoyed scientist with a slice of pizza fresh from the box as the wrinkling of the bag was removed from the box.
Not nothing with his continuous excuses Victor took the slice of pizza and continued to work through the paperwork that wasn't what it seemed.
The pages of paper were formulas for a possible cure for cancer the foundation for every scientists goal of progress. But both partners wanted this for their own personal reasons.
For Victor it was the progress that filled him as Cryogenics was at first his hobby made fully fledged occupation after he earned his Masters in Biological Autonomy.
Simon however was purely only in the science department for the benefit of finding a golden goose. And to what he found being Victor.
The reason behind their collaboration was simple both provided something they both needed for Victor funds for his research and for Simon having Victors research.
This relationship was pure circumstantial and if one party gave way then the other would surely pack and leave the other.
As Victor used his nearly dried ball point pen. Simon glanced a look at the sketches and formulas around the lab. Simon at first simply enjoyed his slice of food taking everything with a grain of salt until a faded sketch caught his eye.
"Cryonic Disease Displacer?" Simon read the name only above a whisper. Theo design of the Cryonic Disease Displacer or CDD was in the shape of an oversized mechanized pistol with a coolant that seemed to be the source of its power.
"Hey Vicky! What's this?" Simon curious as to his own hypothesis being correct wanted to be sure before he anchored his hopes.
Victor in response gave a dry sigh and rolled his chair around only to be sure of what he thought Simon looked at. "That's a Cryogenic Disease Displacer. It's made to make long range cure alls more effective but it's not advisable."
"Advisable? Why is that?" Simon now fully anchored his interest looked to Victor eye to eye waiting for his colleagues answer. "It's purely theoretical and if calibrated incorrectly causes the power cell to freeze the patient instead of the disease resulting in death."
Victor gave his prognosis of his own theorem design and turned away after grabbing another slice and continued his work while Simon looked back to the sketch of the CDD as cogs began to turn in his head.
Soon enough both scientists began strategizing to themselves. One in making more ways of curing the diseased and the other in a way to fill his pocket.
"Alright Vicky I'll be going! Oh? I forgot to mention I'm going to hire an assistant for you as we both know. I can't do anything scientifically." Victor hearing the wails of his partner didn't bat an eye and simply waved it off with a hand gesture as he stared down a microscope of a cancerous cell introducing it to Cryogenic cell of Liquid Nitrogen.
However both cells proved unable to complete the connection Victor wished. And through either built up anger or stress of sleep loss tossed the microscope off his desk in a furry knocking his other papers loose.
Once knocked off the papers began falling elegantly to the ground thanks to gravity giving Victor ample to time to pick up the papers unknowing to him that one was taken.