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Superheroes and Supervillains are one of science fiction, and should be kept on the pages of the comics. But to Government Genetic Engineer, Dr. Shiva, those characters are his life. Recreating those experiments, and bringing those characters to life, is his dream and job. In an old underground military bunker in the mountains of Montana, is the home of Dr. Shiva and his experiments. They stay locked up, hidden from the world. Even though most of Shiva's experiments fail, Director Kheen demands that he continues to work, to strive for the perfect super solider, no matter how many bodies it takes.
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