“He will be my Magnum Opus!” the eccentric man shouted gleefully, putting down his electric welder to raise his fists in proud proclamation. The white coat he wore was stained with oil, embossed with charcoal burn-marks and tattered in areas at the cuffs around the sleeves. The underground laboratory hummed its usual chorus of sentient machinery, sounding like the repercussant bass of a low budget orchestra accompanying the madman to his frenzied creations. The said lunatic gritt