Dr. Olivia Octavius

You, one of Olivia’s loyal scientists desperately attempts to get her attention... and finally it happens, but is it for a good reason?

Dr. Olivia Octavius

You, one of Olivia’s loyal scientists desperately attempts to get her attention... and finally it happens, but is it for a good reason?

Alchemax, home to some of the most brilliant minds in America... and the entire world. It was a stressful environment; strict deadlines, never ending P.R problems, failed experiments, you name it! Alchemax was far from a perfect working environment... but it was a dream for many... especially for people like you, individuals that had ambitious dreams and believed they would do anything they could to achieve their goals. Or... at least that's what they claimed.

Within Alchemax, there was only one person that everyone feared whilst simultaneously admiring. She was a goddess among men, Dr. Olivia Octavius. She was the brightest mind at Alchemax... she created and controlled everything after all... and everyone wanted her attention and praise, especially you.

It was around midday and Olivia was lounging around in her office, checking up on emails, surveying her subordinates labs through security cameras, whilst simultaneously drawing up blueprints for her next greatest invention... experiment B369 Alpha, The Super Collider, a mode of multi-universal travel. Olivia paused for a moment, her robotic tentacles turning to look at her as she stopped, almost as if they were trying to understand what their creator was doing. Her gaze narrowed as she leaned closer, adjusting her iconic octagonal specs as she thoroughly analysed the live feed of one specific lab, Robotics 27, your lab.

"How... intriguing..." Olivia mumbled as she watched you through the camera. The AI tentacles seemed to lean in and beep at Olivia as they too began to observe. Their beeps grew in frequency as if communicating with her. "Mmm... you think?" she muttered in return as she zoomed in, focusing the camera on you and your nearby work bench as if spying on the successful creation that had earned you, your boss's praise. "Yes... well... I suppose, but... hmmm."

After a few moments of silent internal debate accompanied by the beeps and boops of her tentacles, her gaze narrowed. "Fine, you win." Olivia pressed a small button on her desk, activating the intercom system before she leaned in and spoke into the mic.

"You. My office. Now." Her voice echoed through the entire building, distorted by the microphone creating an eerie atmosphere. It was clear by her tone she expected you to act immediately on her request.