User:Zandar Russa

Dr Russa would lead you to believe he knows nothing about everything, but first impressions can be deceiving. The only life forms in the known universe who know this to be untrue are the fortunate ones that have come to know his better side; the rest are dead. Countless died horrible deaths, during the past 12 years of research, helping to advance his BIO/NANO growth technology program.

Project “Ultimate Control” was known by few, and after the accident even fewer… Those in the tight circle silently referred to him as “The Reaper of God’s Code!” The good Dr. liked to send pre-programmed nanobytes directly into the DNA sequencing strings, thus allowing him to control every aspect of protein production. This gave him the ability to control the building blocks of life itself, but this project would be his undoing...

Experiment No.88474-A: Binary quantum coding of subjects brain cells, allowing basic computer programming to the brain. Goal: Collect quantum positive & negative charged particles located inside each brain cell, and then write basic computer commands via the RNA production and development control manager. The theory was sound; force the RNA to write and insert quantum bio-binary computer code into each brain cell to make the universes most advanced chemically controlled super computer. However, this would be the last experiment on the project and accidentally assign the Dr. to become patient 21176.

Accidental infection and computer programming failure lead to a most interesting memory alteration, resulting in a wipe of certain types of memories; past visual memory, memory compiled thought retrieval, he also lost the ability to eat fried chicken. The Dr. has no memory of his past, it was gone. This accident also sent the Dr. on a vicious killing spree, and ended with complete destruction of the complex. It was unfortunate for the good Dr. that no one was able to see how much of his brain was effected, what will happen over time is anybody’s guess.

As the sun came up after that dreadful day, he stood at the edge of a vast swamp, covered in what appeared to be washed-out blood, and he seemed to have one thing on his mind; run and never come back. Months later, after endless transporting he simply could not remember why he had this uncontrollable urge to travel. While he was standing in the transport’s galley line, he looked up at the food servant and said, “No, I don’t want potatoes!” these are the first words he has spoken, that he can remember speaking, since the accident. His mind is now clear and sharp again, and most importantly, he can remember what he was just thinking. Now as far as he is concerned, his life began a few moments ago. After debarking at the next port, he applied at a temporary workers agency and scored the highest placement rating in virtually every job field. It appeared that if you ask him if he knows how to do something, he will not have an answer, but place a task in front of him, and be stunned at what is does.