Mort lives in the underground of a big city, never staying in one place for too long. He isn't liked by many, and therefore avoids crowded places where he might get recognized. The only reason for him to live in such a poor part of the city despite his formidable wealth is to stay unseen. The place that he would most likely refer to as "home", would probably be an abandoned and partially ruined warehouse that he got comfortable at, and that he stays at sometimes. It's a very rainy region and the warehouse is one of the only places that he can find shelter at for longer periods of time without fearing to be found by those that he angered. The warehouse seems completely abandoned from the outside, and even from the inside, the only traces of live are some footprints on the dirty floor, leading up a flight of stairs to the second floor. There, at the end of the corridor on the upper floor, lies the room he made his home. The only room still powered with elecricity and the only room with no windows. A perfect hideout.
A ragged bed in one corner, a desk in the other. In between, lots of cabinets filled with chemicals and small pickeled animals. From the ceiling hangs a periscope, connected to the roof of the building to check the surroundings at any time. And finally, the huge tank filled with liquid, attacked to the wall, containing a human sized, six legged, almost ant-looking abomination. Dead.
22nd of February, 2024
Voicemail
from: Mort Smith
to: Bank of America Corporation
Well, uhm, hello, I guess?
I was asked to answer some questions before receiving my loan, since I apperently seem "untrustworthy".
Soo, my current income comes from buying and selling exotic items animals, mainly animal trophies and rare breeds of pets.
I, uhm, make around 40.000 USD per month doing this, and plan on expanding my business soon.
...and I plan on using the loan of 800,000 USD for... exactly that? Yeah, I plan on using it to expand my business.
(quiet) Is that enough already?
Uhm, goodbye then, I guess? (noise of button being pressed)
(distant) "Rare breeds of pets" my ass! I wouldn't have that kind of money selling some cats instead of biological abominations that perverted rich people request...
Prologue
My name is Obadiah. Mort Obadiah. If you found this diary, I'm either dead or achieved my ultimate goal. My magnum opus...
Humans rule this planet like they are the smartest beings to ever exist... I will show them what true perfection is. By studying creatures better than humans in certain aspects and combining all their strengths I will create humanities ultimate superior... A perfect, oh so perfect species... Finally...
But it will require sacrifice. A species doesn't create itself. It might take hundreds or thousands of experiments until I succeed. But they will understand. Eventually.
Not to speak of personal sacrifice. From giving up my wealth, to giving away my life for the cause. Although I wish I will never have to kill someone for it, only time will tell if I have to.