On a bright, sunny day, the lawn before Umbrella Labs was packed with swarming reporters and photographers. A gene therapy capable of curing brain degeneration was enough to make every major media outlet scramble for the latest scoop like sharks smelling blood.
Sean wore a tailored, perfectly pressed custom suit, brimming with youthful energy and sporting a smile as brilliant as the sun. This young and accomplished genius was neither as arrogant and self-satisfied as Tony Stark nor as reclusive as other scientists. He was warm and humble in every interaction, making people feel as though they were basking in a spring breeze.
"Mr. Sipes, why did you name ALZ-112 the Metis Serum?" A reporter in black-rimmed glasses struggled to extend his microphone toward Sean, who was surrounded by his peers.
This young genius, who was nearly replacing Stark as the fixture of New York's newspaper headlines, had become a star everyone sought after. Following Umbrella and Osborn's joint announcement yesterday regarding the launch of the new drug, every television station and news outlet had turned its attention to Sean, expecting him to bring people a different kind of surprise.
"Metis was the primordial goddess of wisdom in ancient Greek mythology. Hesiod called her the wisest and most righteous counselor among all gods and men." Sean paused, then smiled gently. "I hope ALZ-112 can restore the thought and wisdom that illness has robbed from humanity."
"Hello, Mr. Sipes. Why did you decide to develop a gene therapy for curing degenerative brain diseases?" A blonde female reporter squeezed into the circle by virtue of her gender advantage, while a tall cameraman raised his equipment with both hands, aiming the lens at the smiling young man.
Sean stopped walking and spoke eloquently beneath the flashing lights. "Many people refer to degenerative brain