His long fingers typed away in a mundane fashion at the keyboard. His yellow tired eyes blinked ever slowly behind a set of amber tinted glasses fitted especially for computer use. The muscles in his skull flexed as he bit down on the thumb drive he used to keep himself from wanting to eat. It was much later than he usually spent working away a the lab. Behind him many of the other technitions, infact all of the staff was gone. With the exception of a few security guys but on the other hand they were on the first floor watching cameras and eating cream cheese kolaches with each of their feet up on the desk of tv's one foot over the other. A futball game was on and it wasn't clear who was winning.<br/><br/>Across from him was a large crystilline blast shied, clear so the engineers scientists could witness the results whenever they tried a certain mixture. His experiment was close to completion and if he was to be the one who figured out the cure for this disease he would probably get a nobel peace prize. Maybe that would rid him of his timidness. The thoughts pushed him to rush the trials. His hand clasped onto the desk and he pushed himself up, the screen below him blinking a 83% success rate in bright black and green.<br/><br/>Uploading the information to the main console next to the blast shield. His fingers worked diligantly against the keys which had no symbols on them. Which might pose questions as to how one might know what button to press. The console was white and had a black face, with the exception of the menu screen he was accessing, it blinked white and green as he typed in specific variables and percentages. He finished typing and a laser blasted the piece of calcium carbonite with thurmogamma radiation. The nuclear would come later, once they created a stable piece to use for testing. This was the first phase. The blast of cool gas cooled the material from two vents in the room.<br/><br/>Nothing happened. He blinked for a moment, this was the first time the calcium carbonite had not melted onto the pedestal. His eyes widen greatly as he was beginning to think he succeeded. He grinned big and pushed the emergency red button to open the blast door. Walking inside in a hurry after hopping up the ledge it took to get inside. He made his way towards the piece of now crystal like substance. He reached down towards it, knowing it wouldn't be too hot to touch for a little bit. He couldn't believe it.<br/><br/>His luck turned a one eighty and it shook for a second before exploding in a powdery dust that he inhaled. It filled the room in a smoke for hours as his body was there left alone that is until someone else came to find him, someone he didn't expect and hadn't seen in many years. Still in his coat which was covered in little small particles of crystal. Which as soon as he was moved fell to the floor. He was probably the easiest catch.<br/><br/>He was not awake like the other men who were in the room. His unconsious body laid there much like a wet rag over the side of a tub. His hand was at an awkward angle and would probably give him an odd pain when he woke up. His feet wern't touching the floor with the exception of his toes, laying on his flat stomach since he was rather skinny with only a little bit of muscle he obtained when he played tennis years back. Most of the muscles had faded, but the outlines still remained enough for anyone to see. His hair had little specs of crystal still in it's magenta color.