All right. I am Doctor Crygor, and I am going to tell you my life story.
I was born in Diamond City to a scientifically-intelligent family. My parents left me to stay with my grandfather. His name was Dollar Crygor. Dollar was a man who worked with cryogenics. That was how we got the "Crygor" surname. I was a baby back then, but I inherited those quirks from my family. I read thick science literature, analyzed their structures and schematics.
By the time I was five, I was already very intelligent. And more competent. When I turned ten, Dollar sent me off to Diamond Academy, which was a very prestigious university for gifted juveniles (like you). Like all enrollees, I was tasked to do an entrance examination. I passed the exam with flying colors, considering that I spent all week studying for it.
In my free time then, at my family home, I researched and experimented with unusual projects. Unfortunately, the other students had called me an unreliable smart alec. They laughed at me when I bragged about my original facts. They turned against me and bullied me until I was shedding tears. It was a turning point when I showed the evidence to my classmates, and so they believed me.
I studied and researched at Diamond Academy. I improved and improved on my projects, and applied what I have learned. At twenty-six years old, I finally graduated as valedictorian, holding a doctorate degree. For the very first time, that was when I was named as "Dr. Crygor". The former name that I utilized was "Cryon Crygor". A baby name used by my grandfather and my parents.
I left my family home and purchased my own island. It was where I set up a small laboratory. At that lab I learned how to tinker with store-bought chemicals and scrap metal. This was also where I made my very-first inventions, such as Doris 1, a robo-maid. She was quite unembellished, but she still did her job of cleaning my lab. I showed all those thingamajigs at the heart of Diamond City, and I got paid. I invested those bucks to expand my lab, until it was big enough for my then-upcoming inventions.
When walking through Diamond City, love came to me when I encountered a pretty lady who was also very intelligent. She was fond of the color pink, but I loved tones of yellow and blue. A hundred dates later, I was soon married. We then had a son named Nikolas. He was only an average person with an average brain.
I was aging as time passed, and I was worried I would not see the future as I knew it. I created a cryogenic suit, complete with a metal glove, a helmet, and a boot. This suit would extend my life-span to thrice the average life expectancy of a man. The metal helmet, shaped like a halved hemisphere, also came with a cyber visor that helped me to see better; a far cry from the prescription glasses of my earlier years. I was eighty-one at that time. Developing gastrointestinal disorders were also sidetracking me from my hobbies.
Nikolas, eighteen years later, hooked up with another girl. Thus came along Penny Crygor, my granddaughter. My son and his wife offered for me to bring up Penny to stay with me. I took care of her, and even shooed her away from my science projects. I had to twin-plait her hair every time. I had to hand her my old prescription glasses, since she had subpar eyesight. Unfortunately the little red-haired toddler had gotten into pop song sheets. She sang and sang, which was a disruption to my experiments. I finally encouraged my granddaughter to inherit my hobby. This caused her to prioritize science and technology, over her singing hobby.
This part was when I became a centenarian. A strange man named Wario had seen me as an intelligent old man. He also wanted to hire me for his WarioWare, Inc. company. Do you know why? To program petite games! That's right: he had employed me to create these five-second games! When I tried to decline, Wario threatened to destroy my laboratory! So I accepted. That's when I discovered that I could put my creativity into action. Based on my experiences with vegetables and food, I completed the quota that Wario gave me. I was so merry about my games, since they were drawn very photorealistically, unlike the other employees of Wario's. Another story, Wario demanded me to build a spaceship. Turns out, the rocket is a time machine that warped us from March to April! I was so baffled, I asked the Brooklynite feline (who was vehicle-smart) to understand what was going on. I also asked the extra-terrestrial (who had a pig-shaped spaceship), but to no avail at all.
I was stiffed when Wario's game compilation arrived in stores, Wario had taken the cash for himself. That was all my hard work, why would he rob me of that? Fortunately, I was flying through the air and bumped into Wario's rocket. All the profit came right down into the toilet, and Wario was so angry, he demanded me to push him into the coastline.
One day, Wario gave me a broken Game Boy, since he perceived that I am a repairman. I put it into my then-new invention, the Gravitator, which looked like a washing machine. Instead of dispensing a perfect Game Boy, it split it into hundreds of tiny systems, no buttons attached. You tilted the systems to manipulate gravity in the games. It's true: I am a genius! I threw a bunch of my possessions into the Gravitator, powered it, and transformed it into a mecha suit for me to ride in. Unfortunately the mecha was then broken by a big avian whose name I cannot recall.
Wario accidentally entered my Gravitator and became a superhero. He was soon flying off to somewhere else, but then returned to the machine to upgrade further. I tried to warn him, but he didn't. The machine soon became another mecha, which transported him upwards. I went off fishing, which was when I saw him fall down into the ocean.
I shrugged it off and spent a week creating a new invention that would make an object younger than it was. I called it the Tri-phonic Undulating Nanobot Automation. To test, I inserted apple remains into the TUNA. Out came a whole apple. I jumped into where the apple was, in order to see it closer. But then, it closed on me! My life flashed before my visor. When it opened, I was wearing a differently-colored outfit, with extra glove, boot, and another half of a visor. I blasted off into outer space to demonstrate my upgrades.
I also created a karaoke robot whom I called Mike. He was intended to be a successor to Doris 1, cleaning the inside of my lab. I left my lab, leaving him cleaning all day long. But when I went back, Mike was missing. I had to hitch a taxi and pick up Mike, who I found standing on a planet inhabited by rabbits. We went to the lab, and Mike asked for a duet. Unfortunately my singing's bad so Mike deserted me.
It was the time of the Invent-Off at Diamond Academy. I and an eleven-year-old Penny admitted ourselves to the competition. We were sitting there, building our inventions at the auditorium ring. Eight hours later, I lost! My granddaughter had beaten me to it with her Pocket Bike. I recall that the quality of the motorcycle had incapacitated me. That may be the reason that I built a better machine, the Kelorometer. When you placed yourself inside the machine, me and Mike would pedal the built-in stationary bicycles. How thin you were depended on our efforts to power the machine.
So, be it. That's my life story.
This was a fanfic the actual webmaster authored, originally posted onto deviantART.
