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Prologue

"I can't believe it worked." the young scientist said in amazement. After five years of research and development, he had finally done it. He sighed as he leaned back in his chair and looked around at the lab he practically lived in, noting the now large stack of pizza boxes in the far corner. He only ever left to go to the bathroom, which wasn't near as often as it should be.

He was sitting at the main desk of his lab, which oversaw four cylinder tanks, each maybe four feet wide and a foot across, which each held a … well, to be specific, Nano Bionic Elemental Controller, or N.B.E.C. for short. It was basically a large clump of nano-bots, each set designed to create similar but different components/reactions inside a human body. These components, once constructed inside the body, would allow someone to control one of the four main elements, those elements being fire, water, earth, and air.

The first tank held a pile of darkened metal that rested on the bottom of the tank, right above a flame with the equivalent heat of a welding torch. The metal itself was on fire, yet the computer confirmed that the nano-bots were all functioning perfectly, if not exceeding normal capacity. These nano-bots were designed to give a human the ability to create and control fire, along with programming to make other necessary adjustments, such as heat resistance, and minor superhuman abilities, such as strength, speed and endurance.

The second tank held an orb of silvery metal suspended in water, which was spinning around the orb. Yet the scientist hadn't put any water inside the tank after he engineered the N.B.E.C. They had created it. After testing the water, it was revealed that it felt and shifted form like water, but didn't do anything if you drank it. This N.B.E.C would control water, along with programming to make adjustments for underwater environments, and superhuman abilities.

The third tank held a solid gray cube that vibrated in place on top of a pile of dirt. Given the proper computer code, and once installed, neural command, the cube, composed entirely of nano-bots, could cause the dirt to move into a certain form, and even create seismic waves. It also gave the human adjustments for subterranean environments along with largely enhanced strength, durability, and endurance.

The final tank contained a funnel of nano-bots, spinning around in mid-air, making a silver cloud. This N.B.E.C would give a human the power to create and control winds of great speed and if successful, allowing possible flight. It was also programmed to make adjustments for high wind environments and greatly enhanced speed, with normal superhuman strength and endurance.

The scientist had done what none others could do. Create biotechnology that would possibly allow humans to control the elements without severe mutation. He quickly double-checked everything, scanning the various computer screens.

Being sure everything was ready, he slid his chair over to a larger screen, about 10 feet tall and 15 feet wide. Quickly typing a username and password into the computer, he accessed the video conference shortcut. A window popped up with multiple people's names listed. Scrolling down to the one he wanted, he clicked it which brought up another window that wasn't supposed to be there.

"Sir, I strongly suggest you don't do this. The Nano Bionic Elemental Controllers aren't ready for test subjects yet. Some of the test results proved failure." the computer's female voice said, the new window displaying a wire-frame head, mouth moving as it spoke, just like a real human's would.

"I know, but it has to be ready. They said their offer for volunteers was limited time only." The scientist sighed.

"They aren't ready to be installed. You know what would likely happen if they were installed into a grown human." the machine warned and the scientist nodded. Given that it was so much foreign material inside one's body, the subjects would most likely die of shock and the N.B.E.C.'s would most likely be lost.

"Let me start the conference." The scientist simply stated. The computer head sighed before closing its eyes and disappearing, showing the video conference screen. The scientist sighed, thinking of the computers words. He had created his A.I. (Artificial Intelligence) right out of high school practically, allowing it to sort of evolve into what it is now. 'She' made sense, but he felt he had to give the N.B.E.C's to the government, given their other option for worse results would mutate the subjects to the point they weren't even human.

The screen snapped on to a man of about 50, dressed in the clothing of a high-ranking military officer, left chest clad in many colored ribbons and badges. His graying hair was cut to regulation, making him quite intimidating when paired with how wide his shoulders were.

"Do you have any results for me, doctor?" The general questioned and the scientist scratched the back of his neck, realizing how stiff he was after sitting there for who knows how long.

"I have completed the controllers, but the tests were… less successful than expected." The scientist stammered and the general raised an eyebrow.

"How much less can you go from 60 percent?" the general was clearly growing impatient. The scientist hesitated.

"Um… 20 percent." The scientist mumbled and the general grew red with rage before sighing and staring at the scientist.

"James, you realize what you're offering compared to our other offer. You have four less than possible units, where our other offer has 500 units with 99 percent chance of success." The general explained and James frowned.

"I'm sorry sir but a grown man can't possess this much foreign material inside them. And your other offer, how many units did you say? 500? Which means you'll most likely have to purchase 499 control collars to tame your 'enhanced' soldiers and agents." He explained and the general frowned.

"I'm sorry, but that's a cost we're willing to pay." The general blinked off the screen, leaving James in his dimly lit lab. He turned off most of the lights because they tended to make glare, which is the last thing you want when making nano-bots.

James rose out of his chair and stretched his legs and arms. To say the least he was disappointed. He had really wanted to create a better solution to amplifying soldiers and government agents. The other was so barbaric, it made James sick to his stomach. That's when James realized what just happened.

Those five years were a waste. Nothing had worked right. No one could withstand the mass of the N.B.E.C's and the nano-bots themselves were too wild to use without the tanks and computers. He got angry enough to pick up a flamethrower he had bought to study for the Fire N.B.E.C and set the pile of pizza boxes in the corner of the room ablaze. It burned for a few seconds before a series of small nozzles appeared from the ceiling, swivel to point at the flames, and shoot fire extinguishing foam until the fire was out.

James sighed before setting the flamethrower down and walking towards the door. He bumped into the edge of a table, forgetting the exact placement of the rest of his lab, spending so much time in the N.B.E.C area. After hitting a couple more tables, James had the house computer turn the lights on.

Bright, white light flooded the room, causing James to cover his eyes. It had been awhile since he had last seen so much light. The rest of the lab looked just how he had left it, crammed with things for the N.B.E.C project. The whole laboratory, about the size of a football field, was divided into sections that each helped him along the way during the last seven years. Chemistry, robotics, computers, and all the others.

James sulked past them all and got to the end of room, where double doors were set up. James pressed his hand against the touch screen panel so it could scan it. The panel shown with green light and up/down arrows appeared. He pressed up and yawned as he waited for the elevator. The doors slid open and he stepped in and hit the '3' button.

The doors slid shut with a hiss and the elevator lurched up. James turned and watched as layers of rock shot past him through the glass walls. They finally broke through the surface and shoot up to the third story of James's house.

The doors, now glass, slid open to view a huge master bedroom. He walked into it and fell forward on his bed, which was the size of a van. He lay there thinking of ways to possibly make this half decade of his life's work when it hit him. Just before he fell asleep, eyes closing, he grabbed his cell phone off the side table and quickly typed his solution.

His eyes closed before he could replace it on the table.