It was a dark and stormy night in New York City, thunder cracking down from the dark clouds in the sky. Not many would be to rest and relax, but Tesla was doing none of those things.

Currently, the man was scanning over one of his many blackboards filled with notes. He wrote something down before stepping back from the blackboard with a satisfied grin on his face.

“Beautiful…the utterly perfect laws of physics…are the most beautiful thing in the world.”