Engineering the Nightmare Thoughts

So, new lore is up, and it would seem to be linked to the Warwick update. Singed's role in it is substantial, to say the least; the entire entry is a monologue of what could be considered his notes while undertaking the transmutation project of who we assume to be Warwick.

I have a few distinct thoughts concerning this lore and they are as follows:

1. A Dichotomy Now Exists Within the Subject

Follow me on this: Singed abducted this person because he noticed something special about him.

> Procured a cutthroat hiding among the populace and feigning civility. Only a disciplined eye could recognize the beast within, yearning for release. How could I refuse? For what is my work if not an attempt to reveal life’s hidden truths through science?

Singed saw the potential in the cutthroat, something he claims it takes skill and discipline to see. Whether that is actually discipline or madness is up for discussion, but to Singed, it's a skill that only he has. Continuing...

> Subject wailed and pleaded. Insisted he was no longer a monster, but a good man. > No longer

Hm...odd to say the least. The cutthroat was most likely a petty criminal, maybe a murderer at worst, but Singed clearly saw the "beast" within him and sought to "help" the cutthroat realize what Singed believes he is, a beast. The cutthroat, however, seems insistent upon being a good person, perhaps having reformed his ways. As you continue, you notice that the attitude of the subject changes from pleading and wailing to threats and eventually an attack on Singed's life. The subject fails, obviously, and this shows that Singed has succeeded in turning this cutthroat into a beast, but it's still quite possible that he's clutching to what humanity he has left.

As for what he said? I think he said "Warwick," his name. How do you hold onto what little humanity you have left? You remind yourself of who you are.

2. **Singed, While Completely Unethical in his Methods, is Brilliant **

I know this is crazy, but follow me here. Firstly, he stated that it takes a "disciplined eye" to recognize the potential in the cutthroat. This shows experience on his part.

Further, Singed never gives of any sense of arrogance or gloating; he doesn't seem to be interested in fame or accolades for himself. He never says "Wow, I am a f***king genius!" He doesn't even conern himself with the safety and well-being of his subjects, several of whom had died prior to this incident. All he concerns his time with is results.

Moreoever, Singed neither makes excuses for nor does he pity himself for failures

> Subject deceased. Dragged the body outside, and disposed of the remains in the Sump. Once again, scientific progress is stifled by lesser creatures. The only consolation is that even failure adds to the vast reservoir of knowledge.

>Perhaps I’ve overestimated the subject’s tolerance for pain. I will recalibrate and begin anew tomorrow.

Singed acknowledges mistakes he makes, but he does not dwell on them; he simply assures himself that "Every mistakes is a lesson," ( ) and that he can improve his methods to prevent future mistakes. That is a life lesson for everyone, especially young scientists like myself.

Singed also gives no indication that he was assisted in any manner. He never notes the presence of any assistants or even robots to help him in anything, from the surgery to being attacked. This would indicate that Singed possesses a vast knowledge of not just human anatomy and chemistry, but metallurgy, surgical procedures, hextech augmentation, etc. He also put himself through countless ordeals for the sake of science. Not to mention he was also capable of wrestling with a mutant until it essentially had a heart attack and died.

> The subject remained conscious and screaming for six hours. Very encouraging as he endured significantly longer than earlier failures. Finished by integrating the mechanical augmentations with the neurolous fibers of the spine. Minimal stitching required. Subject stable and recovering. I must rest and replenish before tomorrow’s procedure.

> Awoke with the spark of inspiration. Metallurgy. It may lack the refinements of true chemistry, but last night, it served my purpose. Worked until first light forging steel, sharpening edges, and hammering a framework.

> An instant later, he was tearing into my face, reopening the old wounds and feeding the old rage. We struggled briefly until he finally grew limp and collapsed. A single word escaped his throat. And then all the indicators of life faded, and the body finally settled. No heartbeat detected.

Singed is portrayed not only as brilliant, albeit mad, scientist, but also an incredibly capable man as well.

Finally, Singed achieved something he didn't even fully intend to, which always seems to happen in science. He successfully initiated regeneration after autotomy in a human/mutant.

> But the most striking change was hidden beneath the blood-soaked bandages. A protolimb. Embryonic and malformed, but beautiful in its predatorial function. Even now, hours after the aborted procedure, flesh continues to grow and outpace the formation of misshapen bone.

Seriously, this is crazy. Singed single-handedly achieved something modern scientists have been trying to do for decades. This has the potential to change countless lives if the method is pruned to remove the mutation aspect. Think of the impact this could have on the citizens of Piltover and the Glorious Evolved...

Make sure you guys read it. It's really good. Let me know your thoughts on it. I'll update stuff as I think more of it.