Peter arrived at the laboratory the next day. It was a huge complex, twice the size of Oscorp. When Peter walked through the glass revolving door, he was blown away. It looked like a major corporation rather than a laboratory. There were people dressed in white doctor suites. There were others who were dressed in business suits with identification bags connected to their chest pockets. Peter felt a little out of place, dressed casually. The foyer was very bright since the entrance wall was made of glass. The sun shining through the glass reflected off the pure white walls. There was not one other color that could be found on the building itself except for occasional paintings nailed to the wall.
Peter walked down the five black and white marbled steps and walked forward towards the white information desk. With each step he took, he could here the tapping of his footsteps on the marble tiled floor.
The lady sitting behind the white desk wore a head set that was connected to her phone. The headset was hard to see through her long dark brown hair; the only thing Peter could see of the headset was the microphone reaching in front of her mouth. "Excuse me, I'm here to see Dr. Octavius?"
" I'm sorry sir, but this is a science laboratory. No visitors are allowed back in the laboratory. This is to avoid any form of contamination to dangerous experience."
"It's quite alright, Mrs. Walbeck," the familiar German accented voice walked up from behind Peter. Peter turned and was greeted by Dr. Octavius. He was dressed in his white scientist robe with an unusual green edging and green slacks. On his eyes he wore dark black shades shaped like protective goggles. "This young boy here may be working here as my apprentice."
"Very well," the secretary said, half sarcastically.
"Here is your temporary pass, which will allow me to show you around some of the less restricted areas of the laboratory that I work in. In actuality, this complex houses three or four different types of laboratories. This complex is unlike anything anywhere." The building's value alone comes to ten million."
* * * *
From the Balcony, leaning on the solid glass railing with a golden bar on the top, was a very large man. He was bigger than most sumu wrestlers in Japan, and much stronger. He was not only physically strong, but business wise as well. He was one of the strongest men in New York. The media would flock to him wherever he was out in public. He owned many various business, his prize business is in spices. He had a large golden ring on his right index finger. His hand was itching to hold a cigar, but he was not allowed to smoke on the promises. The lights reflected off his large bald head. He watched as Dr. Octavius and the young boy go into the lab. "Well, Mr. Maxim, what do you think? If I am right, I can make a fortune off this place."
"Yes, you could stand to make millions if you pull it off. Bill Maxim replied, the financial advisor of Wilson Fisk replied.
"Do you doubt my abilities? Am I not the Kingpin of the underworld and a legitimate business man? I have the world at my bidding, and you doubt that I can't pull a simple little insurance fraud here?"
"I don't doubt your ability at all, Mr. Fisk! I would not dare doubt you, but as you know, 'business' has been slow the last year ever since Spider-Man first came on the scene."
Just the name brought a bitter taste to his mouth. "That wretched menace has cost me millions of dollars, but I have taken steps to assure the Spider-Man will no longer be a nuisance to me. Tonight, Spider-Man will meet his match."
* * * *
Peter didn't say much during the tour of the lab, but he was very impressed by his surroundings. He was passing Dr. Octavius' station where he saw what looked like a large metal backpack with four metal arms each with a three-uni-digit claw at the end.
"Dr. Octavius, what's that?
Dr. Octavius smiled. "I haven't officially given it a name, but that is my invention. I hate my human limitations quite often, so I use this little invention. I put on a head band, and I can mentally control those four arms to do whatever task I want while I can concentrate on something else."
"So this is what you were talking about at the lecture yesterday," Peter replied.
Dr. Octavius laughed. "You are very bright. Yes, I had that invention in my mind. It's really the only reason why I did research on Telepathy."
Dr. Octavius brought Peter to his personal desk, at the far end of the laboratory. He sat in office chair and rolled himself to the desk. "So, Mr. Parker…may I call you Peter?"
"Peter is fine, sir!" Peter nodded.
"Well, Peter, I want to first emphasize that what I am offering you is not going to be an easy way out of college, nor is it going to be easy in any aspect. I expect you to continue your education until you get your doctrine. Taking three classes per semester, you should be done in a little over ten years. I expect you to be here three or four hours a day, four days a week. While you are working on your associates degree, you are here voluntarily. Afterwards, you will start making a little bit more money at each lever afterwards. So, for now, you are also going after find a full time job so you can have money to support yourself."
"I may have just gotten a full time position at the Daily Bugle as a photographer," Peter informed him.
"That will work," Dr. Octavius nodded. "So as you now know, this is going to be very hard work, but in the end, by the time you graduate, I think you will have a head start at becoming one of the greatest scientific minds in America. It's up to you if you want to do this or not. If you think you can handle it, I would love to have you. If it's a little to much for you to handle, then by all means, don't do this."
"I am very interested, Dr. Octavius, and I know I will be able to handle this. It is beyond my wildest dreams to get to work next to a great scientific mind like you."
Dr. Octavius smiled. "Well, you have earned this opportunity. I have not seen such talent in such young man who has yet to even attain an associates degree."
Peter walked down the five black and white marbled steps and walked forward towards the white information desk. With each step he took, he could here the tapping of his footsteps on the marble tiled floor.
The lady sitting behind the white desk wore a head set that was connected to her phone. The headset was hard to see through her long dark brown hair; the only thing Peter could see of the headset was the microphone reaching in front of her mouth. "Excuse me, I'm here to see Dr. Octavius?"
" I'm sorry sir, but this is a science laboratory. No visitors are allowed back in the laboratory. This is to avoid any form of contamination to dangerous experience."
"It's quite alright, Mrs. Walbeck," the familiar German accented voice walked up from behind Peter. Peter turned and was greeted by Dr. Octavius. He was dressed in his white scientist robe with an unusual green edging and green slacks. On his eyes he wore dark black shades shaped like protective goggles. "This young boy here may be working here as my apprentice."
"Very well," the secretary said, half sarcastically.
"Here is your temporary pass, which will allow me to show you around some of the less restricted areas of the laboratory that I work in. In actuality, this complex houses three or four different types of laboratories. This complex is unlike anything anywhere." The building's value alone comes to ten million."
* * * *
From the Balcony, leaning on the solid glass railing with a golden bar on the top, was a very large man. He was bigger than most sumu wrestlers in Japan, and much stronger. He was not only physically strong, but business wise as well. He was one of the strongest men in New York. The media would flock to him wherever he was out in public. He owned many various business, his prize business is in spices. He had a large golden ring on his right index finger. His hand was itching to hold a cigar, but he was not allowed to smoke on the promises. The lights reflected off his large bald head. He watched as Dr. Octavius and the young boy go into the lab. "Well, Mr. Maxim, what do you think? If I am right, I can make a fortune off this place."
"Yes, you could stand to make millions if you pull it off. Bill Maxim replied, the financial advisor of Wilson Fisk replied.
"Do you doubt my abilities? Am I not the Kingpin of the underworld and a legitimate business man? I have the world at my bidding, and you doubt that I can't pull a simple little insurance fraud here?"
"I don't doubt your ability at all, Mr. Fisk! I would not dare doubt you, but as you know, 'business' has been slow the last year ever since Spider-Man first came on the scene."
Just the name brought a bitter taste to his mouth. "That wretched menace has cost me millions of dollars, but I have taken steps to assure the Spider-Man will no longer be a nuisance to me. Tonight, Spider-Man will meet his match."
* * * *
Peter didn't say much during the tour of the lab, but he was very impressed by his surroundings. He was passing Dr. Octavius' station where he saw what looked like a large metal backpack with four metal arms each with a three-uni-digit claw at the end.
"Dr. Octavius, what's that?
Dr. Octavius smiled. "I haven't officially given it a name, but that is my invention. I hate my human limitations quite often, so I use this little invention. I put on a head band, and I can mentally control those four arms to do whatever task I want while I can concentrate on something else."
"So this is what you were talking about at the lecture yesterday," Peter replied.
Dr. Octavius laughed. "You are very bright. Yes, I had that invention in my mind. It's really the only reason why I did research on Telepathy."
Dr. Octavius brought Peter to his personal desk, at the far end of the laboratory. He sat in office chair and rolled himself to the desk. "So, Mr. Parker…may I call you Peter?"
"Peter is fine, sir!" Peter nodded.
"Well, Peter, I want to first emphasize that what I am offering you is not going to be an easy way out of college, nor is it going to be easy in any aspect. I expect you to continue your education until you get your doctrine. Taking three classes per semester, you should be done in a little over ten years. I expect you to be here three or four hours a day, four days a week. While you are working on your associates degree, you are here voluntarily. Afterwards, you will start making a little bit more money at each lever afterwards. So, for now, you are also going after find a full time job so you can have money to support yourself."
"I may have just gotten a full time position at the Daily Bugle as a photographer," Peter informed him.
"That will work," Dr. Octavius nodded. "So as you now know, this is going to be very hard work, but in the end, by the time you graduate, I think you will have a head start at becoming one of the greatest scientific minds in America. It's up to you if you want to do this or not. If you think you can handle it, I would love to have you. If it's a little to much for you to handle, then by all means, don't do this."
"I am very interested, Dr. Octavius, and I know I will be able to handle this. It is beyond my wildest dreams to get to work next to a great scientific mind like you."
Dr. Octavius smiled. "Well, you have earned this opportunity. I have not seen such talent in such young man who has yet to even attain an associates degree."