Hello, my name is Jonas Scott, and I'm an immortal cyborg. Okay, I know that sounds crazy, but I'm from the year 2166. I was born in 2050, in the town of Shadyside, but have not physically aged since I was in my 30s. Unfortunately, I heard there was a threat to my status from a criminal known as Vandal Savage, after he got his hands on the legendary Book of Destiny, or, as I call it, The Book of Elseworlds. Knowing I had to defeat Savage and save my immortality, I called on my best friend, Nicholas Wilde, only to find that he had unfortunately passed away. That inspired me to sneak into Savage's lair, steal the Book of Elseworlds, then utilize my super-speed to come back to the year 2000, so that I could find a young version of Nicholas. But when I got there, I was startled by who answered the door at Nicholas' house. It was a muscular man with graying hair, his head shape identical to mine. In the face, he looked around my biological age, maybe a bit older.

"What do you want?" The man asked.

"I'm looking for a Nicholas Wilde," I replied. "My name is…" I tried to think of the name of one of my fellow bionic humans I had worked with over the years, but ultimately decided on a man who most people idolized. "Um, Allen. Barry Allen,"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Allen, but I don't know any Nicholas Wilde," The man said.

"And who might you be?" I asked, bummed to hear that my friend didn't live in Shadyside yet.

"The name's Dr. Henry Mack. I'm a history teacher and have a teenage daughter," The man said.

"Fascinating," I replied. "Where might I ask is your wife?"

"She's working a few cities over, in Starling City," Henry said. "She does fashion design,"

"Ah, Starling City," I repeated. I remembered something about a dude named Oliver Queen from that city, but didn't know the full details.

"Hey, I think there is a dude named Wilde in her department, maybe that's your friend!" Henry said.

"Thank you, Henry," I replied. "Goodbye,"

"Farewell, Barry," Henry chuckled, going back into his house.

000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000A couple of days later, I was staying at The Starling Inn over in Starling City, when I saw a man with black hair and glasses checking out.

"Name's Harrison Wells. H-A-R-R-" The man said.

"I think they can spell it, Harrison," Wells' wife said.

"You're so right, Tess," Harrison laughed. "I don't remember seeing your friend, Celia Mack, in the building today. That's the same building where my science department is,"

"Mack," I muttered, realizing this must be Henry's wife they were talking about. Curious, I followed the Wellses to their car and jumped into my rental, preparing for a sort of chase.

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To my shock, I noticed Henry in his own car having just picked his wife up early from work. At least, that's who the Chinese woman riding with him appeared to be.. I learned her name was Celia after listening to their conversation. I pulled over and rerouted to follow the Macks instead of the Wellses. It then occurred to me that I had the tool for rewriting reality itself: The Elseworlds book. I wrote in it, "A bunch of railroad spikes appeared in the road, causing the Macks to crash their car,". I am a very ruthless person, and I do take pride in killing, which is most likely why I did it. I knew nothing about the Macks. I did, however, know that Harrison Wells built a particle accelerator that revolutionized the world. When my ancestor, Amber Scott, was hit by its dark matter, she gained an immortality gene. "My inner desires to kill and create more immortality for those who crave it are quite strong, as is the fact that I am stuck in this time period and can't return, in addition to the unstableness I have in a body that doesn't exist yet. I feel that Henry will serve as a suitable replacement. I just need to get Celia out of the picture first," I muttered as the car fell on its side. One of the spikes jutted into Henry's leg, most definitely killing him. Celia appeared to be traumatized, but alive. As her back was turned towards me, I decided to help the poor woman. She had just lost her husband. And Henry and I did have similar heights and head shape. I grabbed the one other possession I had on besides Elseworlds, my identity-assuming device. I plugged it into Henry's body and absorbed every single aspect of his body, turning him into a featureless corpse and burying him deep in the ground. Checking his signature, I made a good forgery of his handwriting. On the paper, I wrote, "C-Car crashed, you were knocked out. I went to go get police help. I await your return and hope you pull through!-H,". I then called the police. As I was running for the beach to check on Wells, Celia started to stir.

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Once I arrived on the beach, I caught sight of another man, dressed in futuristic clothing.

"Hello, who are you?" I asked, checking on Wells through the corner of my eye.

"My name is Eobard Thawne," the man said.

"Eobard Thawne, the Reverse-Flash?" I asked. "Wow, I adore you." This was a lie, I found him a bitter narcissistic rival to more accomplished speedsters, such as myself.

"How flattering," Eobard replied. "Why have you gone back in time?"

"I wanted to save my immortality. And you?" I asked, ready to shoot him with a gun if I had to.

"I want the particle accelerator to explode sooner than it really did and also prevent Barry Allen from ever becoming the Flash," Eobard said.

"And how do you intend tom do that?" I asked.

"By assuming the identity of Harrison Wells, I could monitor Barry and make sure he's never The Flash," Eobard said.

"You wish to kill Harrison Wells?" I asked, whipping out the Book of Elseworlds. I absorbed all of Harrison's intelligence with I.A.D., and quickly wrote, "Harrison Wells never existed," in the book. Harrison then vanished, leaving Tess all alone on the beach.

"That's a fantastic book you have there!" Eobard marveled. "Mind if I use it?"

"Not on your life," I laughed, taking my hand and shoving it through Eobard's chest. As he fell to the ground, lifeless, I realized that it would now be up to me to found Star Labs. Of course in Shadyside, I had no desire to ever go to Central City. If only I could get Celia in on the idea. I chased after a confused Tess as she was driving home from the beach, knowing that Celia was in this direction and I could soon tell her my genius new idea, even if it did mean Barry Allen would never become The Flash.