Nikola T. Lovelock is the successor of Alfred T. Lovelock, the man who opened the doors to Lovelock Industries. In his childhood, Nikola enjoyed taking everything with different approaches. While most children enjoyed doing this, Nikola actually succeeded in nearly everything he did, no matter how outrageous his methods of learning was. At first, he was seen to be an incredibly lucky fool that needed to grow up. When it turned out that this strange trait of his never faltered, they began to call him a prodigy, instead. He soon found himself becoming not only his school's brightest student, but one of the most gifted humans in the world. His talent belonged to he educational field.

Nikola eventually winded up going to a costly high school that demanded intelligence, but he found the place to be actually comfortable to learn in. In his first examination test, he skyrocketed into becoming the school's top students. He was no pushover, that was for certain.

The student, however, met a girl that caught his interest. Not romantically, but rather, in an exotic fashion. She, like him, was different, but in a more pleasant way. She was not the smartest person in the school, but the morality she had intrigued him. The woman also seemed to cheer up anyone who seeked emotional condolences.

She was the perfect work partner that he needed for his future. Without any hesitation, he latched himself onto her, as if he were a leech that failed to suck blood. Wherever she went, he would usually be there, sometimes even popping out of trash cans. At first, the girl seemed to become insecure about his constant appearances. Thankfully enough for the weird genius, she apparently grew used to it for some reason. They began talking to each other in their second years of high school, and soon enough, they became great friends.

Becoming friends with her also intrtoduced Nikola something he never considered: humanity. It felt great to feel human, to feel emotions and express them to others. Through her, he was able to gain a prouder voice, eventually becoming not only noticed by his classmates, but becoming loved by them as well. He came up with strange contraptions that made his school life far more comfortable. He even made a reinforced arm that was able to be controlled with a game controller, which his newfound friends had lots of fun with. Nikola actually wanted to bust the thing up when someone managed to pull off a wedgie on him.

He had a surprisingly large amount of friends that went through the same college, and even then, their relationship never faltered. The man was forced to create social communication accounts, such as Facebook, in order to keep up with their constant requests and random questions about him. After his college life, when his father died in a lab experiment gone wrong, and his mother dying due to a severe illness, Nikola became the head of his father's company, Lovelock Industries. His goal, like his family's, was to evolve mankind with inventions that would not hurt, but rather, soothe the wounds already inflicted upon numerous countries.

Margaret Clementine, the girl he met in his first year of high school, was the first person he immediately hired. Then, he hired some of his friends. That alone was enough to motivate him. His co-workers would whisper behind his back, taking note of how he always brought someone around with him wherever he went. He would be thinking thoroughly, working efficiently, but much to their relief, would sometimes be laughing his face off at something funny.

And most notably, the person that stood next to his side most of the time was Margaret, who brightened up the building Nikola worked in just by her presence. She would grow timid whenever Nikola went out of the building for trips that took longer than a single day, which was practically his home. The employees, without making Nikola notice, playfully teased her to give back the confidence she usually had. They always succeeded, though they did not know how to end up with a result other than a flustered Clementine.

Margaret would then jump in joy when Nikola came back, oftentimes having souvenirs during his trip back to the building. She loved getting the action figures Nikola always brought for her, most of them being rare collectables. Nikola was always rewarded with a happy "Thank You" and a big hug. She did want a certain, rare Kamen Rider Red figurine that Nikola was unable to find for the life of him, though she always told him that his kindness was still too much for her to bear without expressing her own emotions.

The joy he felt from making others feel secure, the surprise he felt whenever his co-workers prepared a surprise for him... It all made him satisfied enough to realize that he, too, was like everyone else, in the end.

One day, everything Nikola knew of died.

A mysterious figure had suddenly appeared in the middle of a volatile lab experiment, generating an explosion that destroyed the building's ground support. No one at the top floors survived. Nikola, who was in the middle of doing paperwork, quickly came out of his office with numerous of contraptions to save as many people as he could. With a mechanical arm that had evolved from the one he had in high school, which was now able to synchronize with his mind and move by itself, the inventor dug through cement, steel, and dust. He managed to save over twenty lives by himself, though the time it took to save them prevented him from saving more.

In desperation, Nikola searched for more survivors that he was able to save in the building that continued to fall. He felt utterly frightened when he saw Margaret lying down underneath a heavy lab closet. Fire surrounded her. But no fire would stop him, for he simply walked bravely, burning, across the field of pain. He picked Margaret up with his mechanical hand, lifting her up from the burning floor, as he moved back out to save her. But before he was able to save the two, the ground beneath them crumbled, sending Nikola into what he thought would be his plight. But more importantly, he regretted that Margaret- such a pure soul- such a kind woman- would be dragged down with him.

Days passed, and in one of those days, Nikola woke up. Much of his body had severe burns, though he could care less about them because a long regeneration process for it would simply revert his body back to normal. Margaret, however, was completely unconscious. She had no pulse. They were stuck underneath a pile of rubble, deep inside a place where no one could save them.

Nikola, however, took things with different approaches. Despite the fact that he was unable to walk, and despite the fact that he was about to die, he quickly gathered the remains of his shattered dreams. With the broken fragments of his future, he quickly built a dream not meant for him. He wanted to let Margaret, someone who followed him so dearly and carefully, carry out her own dreams. He owed her his life. He owed everything to her.

He also owed her vengeance.

Alas, the emotions he thought would keep him humane proved to transform his satisfied heart to a hardened clockwork. For years, he spent his time rebuilding the prototypes of his products that were meant to save lives, replacing them with weapons that could protect him, as well as the vulnerable companion he had left with him. He worked, and worked. Work was all he did for four years. Throughout this time, he began to forget about who he once was, what he strived for, and most importantly, his own humanity.

Another year passed after this time. Suddenly, the figure of a human burst out of a small pawn shop that had been built on where his company building once was. The cashier jeered away from the sudden destruction of his shop's ground, his eyes wide in fear and astonishment. Standing in front of him was a man, whose dark hair stuck out of the back of his head. A mask covered his entire face, glowing yellow lights shining out of the sleek eyeholes. He was armored with steel and various kinds of metals. A large, mechanical canister sat behind the stranger. What appeared to be a steel backpack suddenly transformed into a mechanical arm, carrying what appeared to be a US Dollar.

The arm gently placed the dollar on the cashier's table. With a menacingly robotic, yet emotion-filled voice, the man commanded the cashier,

"Do you... sell action figures here?"

"...Y-Y... Yes, yes! I-I do, good sir! Which one would you like, sir?"

The inhumane man seemed to eye the action figures that stood in a shelf.

He was unable to find that particular figurine...

Before the man left, however, the cashier told him to wait for a moment. He dug through the table, searcng for something, before taking out something.

And much to the armored man's surprise, a red Kamen Rider that looked identical to the one Margaret wanted, came right out to his face.

He stood in silence for a straight minute, almost as if he were thinking to himself. He then took the figure quietly with a gloved hand, his mechanical hand reaching out for his pocket. A single penny had been placed on the cashier's table. When the cashier looked up from the penny given to him, the machine-like person had disappeared.

He wondered why this mysterious figure was so much like his last job's boss, Nikola T. Lovelock, the leader of Lovelock Industries, who vanished from the face of the Earth.