Bermuda Green - Calvin Litchfield

Calvin Litchfield had been a solemn creature in his younger years. He was born to Stanford and Melanie in the spring of 1954, and spent his early years suffering bronchial and other respiratory illnesses that had left him with an under-developed physique and pallor of skin that gave him a rather ghostly appearance. Consequently during his formative years, he was much mollycoddled by his ever doting mother, and scorned by his pompous father.

Stanford, Calvin's dad, had risen to prominence in the Pharmaceutical industry as an engineer and developer of fine new drugs for humanity. During his college years he was an avid athlete, a rowing champion at Cambridge and an expert steeplechaser and pugilist. That his wife should bear such a runt was a social embarrassment to Stanford Litchfield, and he distanced himself from the puny Calvin almost immediately from birth. And from his wife as well. They continued playing the part of loving couple for all social purposes, but each knew that passions of the past had been blown away by the Calvin bomb.

Due to his lack of physical prowess and pallid complexion, Calvin Litchfield bore the brunt of many a bully during his school days, and suffered the neglect of most of the opposite sex. Those girls or women that did give him any attention usually did so in order to manipulate him into helping them with various assignments that were beyond them. And so Calvin had devoted himself to his studies, and to his mother, that is until he discovered drugs.

Calvin,unlike most other teens, began his experimentation with mind altering substances by gulping down various pharmaceuticals left lying around by his opulent father, rather than marijuana or cocaine, the popular drugs of his day. His drug of choice was Demerol, which his father had actively helped to develop. There was always an ample supply in his father’s study, and Calvin helped himself to regular doses. He enjoyed the way drugs took him away from his painful reality.

A major turning point in Calvin’s life arrived when he was introduced to LSD by a son of one of his father’s colleagues. The psychedelic experience prompted him to become enormously interested in the workings of the human mind and the manipulation of it through chemical cocktails. An interest in pharmaceutical engineering developed and consequently a long overdue kinship with his dear old dad was established. Stanford Litchfield fully supported his son’s developing passion and used his connections to gain him entrance to his alma mater, and accordingly a position at Vector Pharmaceuticals in its research and engineering department. Mother was shocked and befuddled by this newfound kinship of father and son. Feeling isolated and even more alone, she used the same Demerol which Calvin used to escape reality to quietly exit her empty life. Her suicide had little effect on either of the Litchfield’s, and father proudly watched as his mad son went about the business of conjuring up new and enslaving drugs. No doubt about it, Calvin was mad, and he would prove it in the years to come.

When Calvin met Seymour Little, an engineer and leader in his field of Molecular Nonotechnology, it was a match that could have only been made by the Devil himself. Little was as reclusive as, and even more of a misfit than Calvin Litchfield, but his genius knew no bounds and his madness was complete. With an IQ of over 160, he was a member of Mensa by the age of 12, a college graduate by 17. With their combined genius and insanity, the two made a formidable and diabolical team, and they proceeded to bend and twist the laws of nature until they found a way to replicate the biological thought process of the brain at a molecular level.

Normally their work would have won them each a Nobel Prize, but the two deviates had other plans for their creative endeavors, mainly the acquisition of power and money. In fact the 1987 Nobel Prize in Chemistry had been awarded for the same process of designing and synthesizing molecules that bind to other molecules at specific sites that Litchfield had since perfected, and would put to devastating use.