"Yes, sir," the butler responded, gripping the steering wheel."Okay I will like you to drive me there.""Okay sir Marvin."Marvin settled into the backseat, and after a moment, he spoke. "So, what do you think of tech? It's been changing the world, hasn’t it?"The butler hesitated before answering. "Well, sir, I can’t say I’m a fan of all the new gadgets and machines. It’s made people lazy, if you ask me. Everyone relies too much on technology. They’ve stopped using their hands, their heads... It's like they’ve forgotten how to do things the old way."Marvin listened quietly, curious. "So, you don’t like tech at all?"The butler sighed. "Not entirely. I admit, some machines have been helpful to me over the years. Made my work easier, saved me time. But overall, I think it’s made people softer."Marvin nodded, though his expression showed a spark of excitement. "Well, I’m the opposite. I’m a huge tech enthusiast. I love everything about it."The butler glanced at him in the rearview m
The young woman’s smile never wavered as she stepped closer and shook Marvin's hand. "Mr Marvin Richmond I suppose, My name is Lina, and I am an advanced AI system designed to assist you."Marvin's eyes widened. His heart skipped a beat. How does she know my name?His voice was sharp as he blurted out, "How the hell do you know who I am?"Lina’s expression remained calm, as she was unbothered by his reaction. "I’ve connected to your neurological system, Mr. Richmond. I can access certain information about you—like your name—and I can even predict what you might be feeling or say next."Marvin stared at her, completely stunned. He felt a chill run down his spine. This wasn’t some simple customer service robot. This was something far more advanced. Could she really know what I’m thinking?"But... robots like you are only used for customer service in places like this, right?" Marvin asked, still trying to wrap his head around it.He knew that it would be very risky if robots like this
Marvin’s heart raced with excitement as Lina led him away from the crowd and towards the payment department. He could still feel the skeptical stares from the people behind him, but he didn’t care. His mind was focused on the future—on the incredible machines he was about to purchase and the groundbreaking ideas he would soon bring to life.Lina guided him through a set of doors into a quieter section of the establishment. The sleek, modern design of the tech showroom gave way to a more business-like area. They walked down a long hallway until they reached a large room with several desks, where human staff handled transactions for high-value purchases.Marvin approached the desk where a man named Derek sat. He was one of the senior staff members, dressed in a crisp shirt and tie, with a tablet in hand. As they approached, Derek glanced up from his screen, then quickly looked Marvin up and down.He didn’t look impressed.Marvin noticed Derek’s eyes lingering on the faint stain of
Marvin stared at the payment machine in disbelief. His Diamond Royale card had never been declined before. He had more than forty billion dollars available, so why couldn’t it process this transaction?How could this happen? he wondered.He had just used the same card to book a three-hundred-thousand-dollar reservation at the Aurora Grand Hotel. It worked fine then. So, what was going on now?Marvin’s hands felt cold as he picked up his card from the counter. Derek looked at him with disappointment, shaking his head slightly.“You might want to check with your bank,” Derek said, his voice polite but with a hint of doubt. "That is if you brought an actual active diamond royale card."Two of Derek's colleagues started laughing at Marvin after Derek said that.Marvin didn’t respond. His mind was spinning with questions. Was there a problem with the card? Was it the payment system? Or something else?Behind him, Marvin could hear whispers. The people who had been watching him from ear
"Do they have any powerful bank there in Neovalle?" Mr. Benney asked."Well, how am I supposed to know? I just arrived here," Marvin replied, with frustration creeping into his voice."Well," Mr. Benney said, "I would advise you to visit any powerful bank there in Neovalle. I'm sure they must have the solution to your problem.""Okay, Mr. Benney. I’ll do just that. However, if I have any problems, I’ll contact you again," Marvin said."Whatever you say Mr. Marvin," Mr. Benney responded.Marvin ended the call and started walking toward his butler, who was waiting by the car."Sir Marvin, you look stressed. Is anything the matter?" the butler asked."Is there any powerful bank here in Neovalle?" Marvin asked.The butler looked confused. "With all due respect, Sir Marvin, I don't understand what you mean by 'powerful bank,' but here in Neovalle, we have two major banks: Everforge Bank and Astris Bank.""Okay, do you know the one that is more powerful than the other?""Um, I believe that
Vincent Troi leaned back in his chair, putting up a small smirk on his face. "Why I did that? You want to know why I froze your account? Well, I did it because I can."The diamond royale credit card was a dominant credit card that could be used in any city within the country, however, it was subjected to the authority of the most powerful financial institution of the particular city it was used for any transaction.Marvin looked puzzled. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. "What? What do you mean you froze my account because you can? Do you even listen to yourself? You're acting like my bank account is your personal property, and I’m some kind of slave. How dare you do such a thing?" Marvin's voice was filled with anger.Mr. Troi remained calm and simply replied, "Keep talking like that, and see where it gets you."Marvin felt the rage boiling inside him, but he knew he needed to think clearly. Taking a deep breath, he tried to calm down. After a moment, he spoke again, this tim
Vincent Troi sat in his luxurious mansion, a grand estate surrounded by high walls and guards. The house was full of expensive artwork, golden chandeliers, and soft, rich carpets. Troi leaned back in a leather chair, sipping on a glass of fine wine. Around him were six of his most trusted allies, all rich and powerful like him. The room was filled with laughter and the smell of expensive cigars.Two of his allies, men who had worked with him for years, were boasting about their recent success. One, a man named Franco, puffed on his cigar and spoke with pride. "We just finished moving another hundred million through our fake companies. Clean and easy. No one will ever trace it back to us."The other, a man called Hector, chuckled. "The beauty of it is, the money looks legit. It’s all in offshore accounts now, untouchable. We could retire tomorrow if we wanted."They had just boasted about their recent success in their money laundering operations.Troi smiled, pleased with his team'
The doors slammed open with a loud bang, making everyone jump in their seats. In stormed ten policemen, all armed with guns and batons. They looked angry and ready for action.Vincent Troi’s heart pounded. His glass of wine slipped from his hand, crashing to the floor. The room, that was once filled with laughter, was now silent. The men stood frozen, with their faces turning pale with fear.The policemen didn’t wait. They moved in fast, raising their batons high. One by one, they started hitting the men, the sound of the batons cracking against their bodies filled the air.Troi’s allies, who were once boasting about their power, now screamed in pain. Franco fell to the ground, and his cigar was still in his mouth as a baton struck his back. "Why are you doing this?" he cried out, but the policemen didn’t stop. Hector tried to shield his face, yelling, "We’re important men! You can’t do this to us!" But the blows kept coming, the blows were hard and without mercy.Vincent Troi, th