[ WP ] Knowledge is power , and magic is might ... but all of that energy has to come from somewhere . Write a story where fat is the natural human storage of Mana or MP .

*Meanwhile in an underground lab in Area 51* 
 
 `` Lipidation in progess, 70 %.'' 
 
 `` Hormone levels steady, injecting dopamine.'' 
 
 `` Blood pressure and heart rate steady.'' 
 
 Thomas Bering ticked off each item in his mental checklist. He scanned the area before him and noticed an empty station. 
 
 `` Hey! Wheres the main controller?'' He hollered, pointing at the panel. 
 
 `` OPENING IN T MINUS 30 SECONDS!'' A worker in blue health robes then pressed a button and a large clock began ticking down. 
 
 Thomas groaned. Of the twenty years they had worked, efficiently and diligently to accomplishing perhaps humanity's biggest advancement, everything was going to come crashing down just because someone was not manning their station. As he stood on top of a raised platform, he looked at the crowd below him. All were dressed in blue hospital gowns, complete with a mask and safety goggles. Some bore a name tag representing their role and Thomas had hoped to see a M-CTRL on one of the worker's chest. 
 
 `` OPENING IN T MINUS 10 SECONDS!'' 
 
 Thomas swore. *Fuck it. I'll fire the bastard later. * he thought as the lights dimmed. 
 
 Beyond his metal platform and the worker's stations was a large glass panel that stretched from the ceiling to the floor. It was one of the four walls that surrounded and contained the biggest human known to man. His name was officially classified, censored in papers so often that people forgot his real name and instead used the label: `` 2068''. 2068 was presently suspended in a blue gel like substance with wires as thick as a fridge protruding from any orifices he had. They provided all the essential nutrients to sustain and accelerate the projected growth needed for their experiment. Each drop of blood, serum, or mineral was careful calculated by a select team of specialists, who now sit at their appropriate stations with their teams, waiting for the grand finale. 
 
 `` OPENING IN T MINUS 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.'' 
 
 Thomas stared at the behemoth before him. 2068 now weighed short of two hundred tons, the size of a blue whale. All his work and half of his life went into producing 2068. He was not going to let it fail. 
 
 The alarm sounded and the wires began pulsing. 2068 shivered and Thomas gasped but he reminded himself that it was still unconscious. His brain levels showed no signs of activity reported the neuroscientist. 
 
 `` Power extracted at 50 %'' 
 
 Thomas grinned. Finally. It took only four seconds, and at this rate Thomas calculated that they could surpass all the nuclear power generated by the countries of the earth. Combined. 
 
 `` Power extracted at- Holy shit!'' 
 
 Everyone in the room began shouting, some pointing at the top of the glass panel. Thomas slowly lifted his gaze and saw the source of the commotion. 
 
 It was the main controller. 
 
 Who looked to be half the size of 2068. 
 
 Who seemed to have jumped into the pool of blue gel that held 2068. 
 
 Commands were shouted, curse words drifted across the room but Thomas remained silent. He never suspected that rumors of a mole, of a sabotage at the great finale were true. In the year of 2024 activists for human rights had formed a large group with millions of supporters around the world. They made the headlines when during one of their attempts to free a human from a classified genetic experiment, they accidentally released an incurable virus into the public sphere. Thousands suffered and they soon were listed as terrorists by the UN. 
 
 Thomas knew he was staring at a terrorist right now. A one hundred ton terrorist who was once the main controller; Don Albert. 
 
 Don Albert was sinking his way through the gel. His eyes were wide open, focused on the only thing with him in the pool of gel. He began to glow a bright yellow, and sparks flew off of him, bouncing off the glass. The shouting got louder and workers shrank away, some climbing onto the metal platform where Thomas stood. 
 
 `` He's gathering his magic'' said a worker standing next to him. 
 
 Don's right hand glided through the gel and connected with his left. A giant flash of light arced and hit 2068 in the face. Don clapped again and another flash landed on 2068's chin. 
 
 The workers held their breath. 
 
 Thomas smiled. 
 
 2068's eyes were opened. 
 
 And thus, the great battle of the behemoths began. 
 

