The 24-year-old genius had suddenly disappeared one night. He never returned home, never showed up to school and unbeknownst to him, Li Wei Kueng would never celebrate another birthday. From this day forth, he would forever remain the same age.
People who had known him would feel loss and grief over this situation, but a youthful woman was very pleased and excited, bubbly circling the individual.
"Wonderful! Just wonderful!" Dr. Arith scrutinized her new souvenir. She had travelled to China in search for a factory that would produce the exact equipment she designed for a new human enhancement experiment.
She examined the young man's build and his height, "This one wouldn't be put to good use for direct combat; he's kind of frail."
"I agree," The man next to her pushed up his glasses, "he was known for his talent with computer programming."
"Oh good," Dr. Arith placed her palms together, "then it would make sense to have him be the strategist on my team. We do need someone with intelligence."
The man smiled, "Good choice, Dr. Arith."
"What should I call him, Yuriy?"
"What about Tao?"
"Tao?"
"It means 'the way'. It's one of the great philosophies born in this country—people here believe that there is a way to everything, and when you know the right path, all things are yours."
"Very fitting. Then his name shall be Tao."