Divergent Opinions

Inside an abandoned factory somewhere in Queens, Norman Osborn was hurled against a concrete wall by mechanical tentacles. The pain brought by the violent impact, however, could not even make the elderly businessman utter half a sound.

"Norman Osborn." Doctor Octopus gritted his teeth, slowly calling out the name of this enemy.

"Doctor Otto Octavius. I thought we could meet under more peaceful circumstances, instead of glaring at each other like this now."

Faced with Norman Osborn's composure, Doctor Octopus did not show the same calm. One of the tentacles even pierced the wall right beside old Osborn's cheek, carrying a heavy sense of threat.

"I'll only ask one thing, why ruin my experiment? I had already succeeded."

His obsession lay with the experiment, not the additional nuclear explosion tacked on afterward. Making his judgment, Norman Osborn quickly shifted the blame onto the group of people who bore greater responsibility.

"It was the demand of the Illuminati, and behind them are actually global energy conglomerate giants. Of course they don't want energy other than oil to appear, you wouldn't think you're the only victim, would you?

"Nuclear fission power generation was originally related to the manufacture of weapons-grade nuclear materials, with power generation purely belonging to a byproduct, so they couldn't blockade it—governments would never agree. But nuclear fusion, tsk tsk tsk, it's too clean.

"Since the seventies, they've been doing the same thing, and controlling it so that clever physicists throw themselves into the field of theoretical physics. Applied fields seem to have been forgotten, still playing with things from a hundred years ago.

"NASA's space program was the final glory. When the last space shuttle is retired, humanity will ultimately be locked away on Earth, becoming caged lambs.

"As for those who aren't quite so clever... oh, I'm