-Sutirushiti Metropolis City, year XXXX-

In an office of a large unknown building that seemed to be a large clinic, a man of about 30 years old, with black hair, well combed, with fine features and wearing a gray and black suit with buttons that were small gears, was pouring himself a glass of wine while he was carefully looking at some papers on his desk. He took out some rusty, rectangular, thick glasses from his suit vest pocket and then put them on so he could read better. The man grunted in frustration while reading a paper.

"SUBJECT NUMBER 798. Name: ? ?

Middle-aged Caucasian man, Vapor experiment volunteer. He offered himself, since according to this, he had nothing to lose since he had nothing else in this world. He lost his family in one of the incidents of Baron Kurai, the dangerous terrorist scientist who wants to take control of Sutirushiti.

Result: Yesterday night at 00:00 the process of extraction and placement of a part of the experiment was carried out, at first his body accepted it, but he couldn't bear it, dying of cardiac arrest.

Time of death: 00:30."

The man sighs in frustration as he drops the folder of the medical results, it was as if he had already seen the same result MANY times. Behind him there was a board where there were many documents posted, 4 where the results were positive, next to them, there were 4 photos of different people with the "APPROVED" stamp on them. Just then, someone knocks on the door, so the office worker just sighs followed by a "Come in."

Two people enter the place, the first was a short, bald scientist with white hair on the sides, with large glasses and a brown suit with a cap on with round visors on them. The second was a tall skinny man in a purple and gold detailed suit, with a large top hat and a mask that covered his eyes, his black chin was long and pointed, his skin was golden and he had a pair of mechanisms on his back. the chest, since it was a mechanical robot, or at least 90% was, since all its parts except its head were mechanical, it seemed to have come out of a circus since its costume seemed to be one of a presenter, it had a strange smile.

"In good humor as always, Olivier" the tall, smiling man takes a chair, sitting on it, while the scientist just sighs while standing. "What? I'm tired! I come from a presentation, someone has to earn bread for this project, taking care of a theater is exhausting"

"The Central Theater is only one of the sponsors for Suchimu Corp. It doesn't cover the total cost of the profits that other buildings and that the municipality gives us for our projects." Sighs the office worker now known as Olivier "And obviously I'm not in the mood! The mayor and the director of the Sutirushiti Special Forces are pressuring me to finish the project sooner than planned, because if you don't remember, there is a deranged scientist with a conqueror complex with a ridiculous name who is causing disasters in every attack he makes, which aren't frequent but still big. So for your sanity and mine mainly, it's better that you stay silent Hanz."

The theater man smiles mockingly while looking at the medical history "Don't worry, I'm an artist, my duty is to entertain and give smiles to those who need it, you need it. I see that once again the most problematic prosthesis is giving you a bad time. Look Dr. Keta, there's another one!" The scientist sighs again for the lack of empathy that characterized the theater man since what he does most is enjoy everything that surrounds him, but that happens when 90% of your body turns into tin and lets out a little steam of emotion.

"Olivier, I think we have to leave this project now. I think that with the 4 we have it is more than enough to be able to continue with the next step" says the professor who tries to maintain his composure in the face of Hanz's mocking smile, while he sits next to him.

"We are close, we need it to be complete, it's like a pocket watch, if all its gears don't work, it will be of no use, and the prosthesis that causes us so much trouble is the one that interests me the most. Imagine that if this Baron Kurai or whatever his name is, that crazy samurai dressed in steel and steam finds out that it isn't yet proven. The idiot took away the inventors who were helping me in the company, in addition to having silenced others! And we haven't seen his secret weapon yet! Time is ticking and we must make it work, that prosthesis also has a limited time." Olivier throws the medical exams to the floor "We have chosen volunteer people who no longer have anything to lose and yet I hate having to lose one every time we try to use the prosthesis"

"Why don't we try it on children? The police haven't declared it illegal yet" says Hanz while his hand extends towards a bottle of wine that was in the small office bar, it should be noted that his hands and feet are extendable since they worked with gears and mechanisms, releasing small trails of vapor every time they spread.

"One, drop that. Two, no using children for experiments, I already did it with my own children when was one of the attacks, and that's the reason we do that. Also, if this prosthesis denies adults, It would kill a child in an instant. So, NO CHILDREN, you lazy psychopath." The businessman lets out a threatening look that Hanz only takes as a joke, uncovering the wine and drinking it instantly. "At least we have the joy of knowing that the company's mechanics and inventors are still working on the emergency boats they requested from us, you never know when Mr. Tin Samurai will get inspired and cause a large-scale attack. The project must continue, I feel that at some point we will finish it, with this project finished not only will Suchimu Corp. rise through the skies like a newly completed steam ship, but I will be able to have my revenge for what that bastard did to my children."

Dr. Keta just sighs again "I hope you know what you're doing Olivier, I know you left me in charge of this project and I appreciate the opportunity, but just don't let the anger over the accident cloud your judgment, the overwork it's bad. Anyway." The doctor simply gets up and approaches the door. "They're going to start tomorrow, in case you're interested in knowing, I know you care about that pair, but also give them some of your time for them."

The professor opens the door leaving the place, the atmosphere felt a little apathetic while Olivier looks at the big lights, the signs, the flying boats and airships while Hanz, as if it were a neural activation, just laughs "Well. Do you want a joke? I know one about broken hearts and relationships..." The businessman only answers with a strong "NO" while the theater man just shrugs his shoulders while continuing to enjoy the expensive wine.