The Creation of a New Villain

Meanwhile in a secret location...

In an underground facility, a massive room, big enough to hold a fleet, were machinery. Computers from every era, all blinking and dialing and processing, with wall to wall processors meant to process and contain enough computing power to control an entire city.

In the center of the massive room was a bed. It was large and circular, big enough for at least ten people to share, but there was only one person. She was a woman in her late forties, but an active lifestyle had kept her fit. Her hair was a chocolatey brown that could be mistaken for a hue of red, pouring down her shoulder blades, with a white streak drawing a curve around her gaunt face. She was completely naked, lounging alone on the massive bed, observing a massive wall of different screens.

Each screen displayed a different person. With her resources, she had access to nearly every camera in the city. Security cameras, cell-phones, newsrooms, even film sets.

She got out of her bed and zero'd in on a specific screen.

"Norm, is the bomb ready?"

"Canister complete. Dispensing chemical cocktail."

In a far-off corner of the lair, there was a 3D printer hooked up to a chemical dispensary. With various automated arms that handled these materials, the AI program Norm managed to create drones that distributed her magic elixir to anywhere in Lewd York she wanted.

Project Pumpkin was originally created when her husband was in charge of the company. It was made as a new type of robotic drone. Sleek, simple design, made with a programmable matter that made it useful for any reason. Weapons for war, gas dispensary for urban pacification, it even had medicinal applications. The project was scrapped before it ever reached the testing phase due to a mix of programming errors and the **** of then-CEO Norman Osborn.

She reached out and grabbed the just-finished device. It was a chrome orb, no more the size of an apple. The programmable matter shifted, giving the once flawless orb a menacing expression not unlike a jack o'lantern.

She threw it upward, and the drone flew away. It found a vent and rammed through it, navigating its way until it found its way to street-level. Bystanders ignored the flying object, assuming it was a bird, unaware of its mission. It had its sights set on its target, filled with a magical brew that will transform its target into an orgone-collecting* monster.

Back in the lair, she pushed a button. The wall opened up, revealing a massive test-tube. Floating in a thick, pink amniotic fluid was a young man, no older than 20. His head was shaven, his body naked except for a tube that went into his mouth and nostrils, supplying him with oxygen and nutritional drip. In this state, he peacefully slept as all of his body's functions were kept in a state of suspended animation. It was necessary, keeping his failing body from dying.

She had already lost her husband to this disease. She wasn't going to lose her son to it as well.

Where science had failed, magic might succeed. She just needed to collect enough energy to make it happen.

"I'm not gonna let the wall-crawling bitch stop me. I can't fail. What do you think Norm?" She asked her AI.

"One should hope so, Mrs. Osborn."