Titanium Contemplations at Fourteen Hundred Feet
By JadeRabbyt
Disclaimer: "Spider-Man 2" and all related characters belong to Marvel. This is set in the "Spider-Man 2" movieverse, and it takes place after Otto escapes from the hospital but before he starts rebuilding his fusion engine.
Tall, metal tentacles, reaching for the daybreak sky, one over the other. Crash-thup, crash-thup, crash-thup they go as I ascend, pulling myself up tentacle over tentacle, floor over floor.
The boxy, concrete metropolis sinks away as I climb ever upward with my grand metal appendages. Look at what I have done and how high I can go with it. I have built a device with my own hands that can rise to the peak of anything those below could ever build or dream.
Crash-thup, crash-thup, crash-thup.
Four tentacles, each a precision arm designed for precision work: scientific work, hazardous material work, miniscule sample work. And I built them. I order them to move and they obey. Once I held a star in my mechanical hand and duplicated in an instant what took the universe years and years and years and years. My own brain has made it possible, and my own will to answer nature's questions has birthed it into reality. I asked the questions and I consumed the research of my elders, my forerunners, and continued the work farther than they could ever have dreamed. See how powerful I have become.
I am powerful because of my thoughts, my unsurpassed intelligence. I have a brain that works as hard and as fast as a piston in an engine as a samurai with a katana. I used my brain to invent something marvelous. I discovered cold fusion. I said to my wife honey this is wonderful look at all the good this will do all the money this will make for us.
But it failed.
And my wife is dead.
Crash-thup, crash-thup, crash-thup.
I have still my design and my arms. My arms my arms my arms. My fusion design and these titanium limbs, these children of my mind. With my arms I can rebuild it. The reactor would have worked if not for the interference of that idiotic little spider. I made no mistake. It is not my fault that my wife is dead. One look over the city will prove that, one look at all that filth all the crime down there and that little spider is just another symptom of its corruption. Even now as I turn to look far below there is a woman screaming in an alley.
But I can make it better. With my invention I will rebuild this city. Fusion is so efficient that pollution will disappear. It is so cheap that poverty will sink like a stone in a pond. It is so cheap that a pizza will cost more than the electric bill. Then this whole stinking corrupt city will see who I am what I can do. And I will help them and they will honor me, and the world will be a wonderful place because of that.
Crash-thup, crash-thup, crash-pock and I pull myself onto the roof of the Empire State Building and watch Ellis Island and the Statue of Liberty as the shining sun comes up and throws a golden glow over the city and the statue, and windows twinkle in the dawn and the traffic is picking up and I stretch my arms out and I flex them in the morning and wonder at all I have done at all I can do, at all I will do and all the people I will save.
Oh Rosalie.
Oh my dear wife I will make it up to you.
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