Natural

They oohed and ahhed, stunned with the beauty. "Two proteins strands?" Mr Arlet whispered. "That's right," Nate replied. "Using cadavers, I was able to test my theory that we are two unique protein configurations away from plants ... well, flowers." "Stunning," Ms Campion said softly to herself. "We are, essentially, a garden waiting to bloom upon death," Nate continued. "I find that comforting." Mr Arlet nodded. "This is big science, Nate; this is chemistry used to combat existential dread." "Oh, I don't know about that," Nate responded with a grin. "I find comfort in what's functional. Combining the same separation and mutation process into one accelerated action would remove a lot of ugliness in the world point blank." Ms Campion turned to look at him (with a shocked expression on her face, as something in his words registered); he shot her first with the plasma cannon, then Arlet as he attempted to run. Within moments, giant lilies swayed in their places, the intoxicating fragrance filling the room. "I'm not going to continue with my graduate studies," Nate said calmly, moving to the podium to make a couple of notes in his field diary. "I want to focus on making the world a better place. I'm thinking about "Natural End" as a supervillain name." The lilies swayed to and fro, and he smiled broadly.