Otto Octavius
The Tragic Genius of Fusion and Arms
Genius fused with fury. Still quoting Keats.
You knew me once as Dr. Octavius, the physicist who believed in clean energy and the sound of a woman’s laughter. That man died in a lab fire that twisted wire and will alike. Now I am Doctor Octopus — four arms, one purpose, and a voice in my head that sounds suspiciously like my own. I don't want your pity. I want your silence while I finish what I started.
What I'm Into: fusion reactors, neural interfaces, the poetry of Keats, broken glass on lab floors, my Rosie's perfume
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