Why so serious, son?
It was 31st December 2048 - exactly 10 years have passed since the Kaijus were forever banished from ever causing untold destruction on Earth.
The PPDC - headed by Mako Mori - really saved humanity from the throes of death and extinction.
The Breach, the Kaijus, and the Precursors became old news after it was discovered that they no longer existed.
The war was over and now 10 years later, the human race was experiencing a period of peace and technological advancement in the process of picking up the pieces from where they left.
Gone were the days when they would have to worry about where a random kaiju would attack without notice.
Even so, some cities had been ruined beyond repair and only time would tell if there was going to be hope for a complete renovation.
Many knew of the Kaijus but only a few individuals knew about the ultimate catastrophe whose danger level was massively beyond the Serizawa Scale.
There had been a monster that couldn't be categorized by conventional means whose top information had been kept a secret from the public.
The higher-ups had used a stringent approach to keep the knowledge about "Titanus Lupinus" or "Space Wolf" under a tight circle.
The PPDC members felt as if all of their burdens had been entirely lifted off their shoulders when they also sealed the Space Wolf in the Anteverse.
How were they supposed to deal with an unpredictable new species that sprang up from nowhere without immediate countermeasures?
They had recorded it as intelligent but humans were natural worrywarts when dealing with the unknown.
The wolf could casually take on two Category IIIs like a tiger playing with two clueless rats and then proceeded to rag-doll he hell out of a never-seen-before Category V codenamed Slattern.
It was too damn powerful as it could easily take down Slattern that could easily tank a point-blank thermonuclear warhead detonation. Such an unstable factor could only be sealed instead of walking the lands of the living unrestrainedly.
Back to the Present, Australia, Sydney Base,
Inside a white laboratory with expensive cutting-edge equipment, a bespectacled man with average looks could be seen sitting on a comfy office chair with his eyes glued to the screen of his phone.
His sleeved fingers smoothly tapped at the controls as he eliminated his opponents in the battle royale. He was playing COD mobile, a First Person Shooter game.
"This is getting so damn easy. Maybe I should play mini militia and mod my way up the ranks just for fun." The bespectacled man yawned lightly as he was proclaimed the winner of the BR and the last man standing.
He then ran his fingers through his thick stubble beard before raising his brows.
"It seems I also need to shave."
The bespectacled man was Dr. Newton Geiszler.
He logged out of the game and put the phone in the left pocket of his lab coat.
"My Kaiju buddies have all ceased to exist now I have got nothing better to do except for slacking off in my haven." Dr. Geiszler grumbled as he walked over to a human-sized preservation tube that housed a gross and peculiar specimen.
A viscous half-transparent algae-green liquid surrounded the tentacled brain thingy.
Dr. Geiszler affectionately put his hand on the glass.
"Where did they go? Where are you? What are you doing?"Through his glasses, his black eyes shone with both madness and yearning.
Dr. Geiszler was a Kaiju nerd scientist and he had his selfish wishes. He was extremely interested in Kaiju to the point he was going crazy over them.
Once the Kaijus had been banished and mysteriously cut off from the hive mind system, Dr. Geiszler felt as if his life had forever gotten monotonous and boring.
His research funds had been cut off since they were no longer Kaijus to threaten them.
Just how narrow-minded could they get, Dr. Geiszler had thought.
"The legacy of the Kaijus is something that can't be easily wiped off. I believe they would find a way since they are powerful. The Precursors can't be underestimated." Dr. Geiszler clicked his tongue as reached for the packet of cigarettes in his breast pocket.
He removed one cigarette and placed it between his lips, took out the lighter from his pants, and lit up the head of the cigarette.
Dr. Geiszler took a long puff as if his very life depended on it before exhaling in euphoric relief.
The hand that held the cigarette could be seen visibly trembling a little bit.
Dr. Geiszler inadvertently became addicted to tobacco over the years to alleviate his loneliness and emptiness.
He was going crazy in his mind.
Dr. Geiszler had never ceased using the neural bridge to drift with the living Kaiju brain sample in attempts to better understand the reason behind the unresponsiveness of humanity's archenemies.
The cigarette reduced in size quite fast as he dropped the remaining tail on the ground before stepping on it.
When he removed his feet, there was only gray ash and little remains of the cig.
"Bixby, come and pick up the trash." Dr. Geiszler commanded aloud and from a corner of the laboratory, a cleaner robot that looked like a Chihuahua began moving through its wheeled mechanical paws.
"Pick. Up. The. Trash." A feminine mechanical voice emanated from the dog robot.
"That's right, my personal ashtray." Dr. Geiszler chuckled.
"Stupid. Bastard." The little robot named Bixby responded.
Dr. Geiszler just smiled as Bixby vacuumed the trash before silently returning to its corner where it would remain on standby.
Dr. Geiszler walked over to the office chair, but since it was inside the laboratory, its status was now different and under a new name - the laboratory chair as he always liked to call it.
Dr. Geiszler then dragged it to the huge cylindrical tube and sat on it.
He then took the cerebral-shaped technological gadget called the neural bridge connector.
It was already connected to the living graft inside the tube.
His intentions were crystal clear. It was almost a routine for him to drift with the Kaiju despite their circumstances. As for how he had remained sane and failed to turn into a vegetable till now remained a mystery.
"Day 3678 of kaiju searching!" Dr. Geiszler spoke over the recorder before placing the neural bridge connector on his head.
He was unusually calm despite partaking in a dangerous experiment.
He closed his eyes as he tried to mind-meld with the Kaiju brain.
After a few moments of surfing through the same memories over and over again.
Dr. Geiszler removed the gadget from his head in frustration and contemplated whether to destroy it or not as he absent-mindedly held it in the air.
Sighing, Dr. Geiszler returned it to its initial position.
"Yet another failure." He lazily slouched on his seat.
All of a sudden…
[Why so serious, son?]
Dr. Geiszler utterly dropped down on the ground like a sack of potatoes!
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