Inside the limousine, the girls were still chatting excitedly. They had poured themselves glasses of wine from the mini-fridge, and their laughter echoed through the luxurious vehicle."This place is incredible!" one of the girls exclaimed, taking a sip of wine."I feel like we’re living in a movie," another added, stretching out on the soft leather seats.The expensive looking lady grinned smugly as she leaned back, holding a crystal glass. "This is just the beginning, girls. Once we meet the boss of this car, our lives will be set."As they enjoyed their drinks and continued talking, the limo door suddenly swung open. The girls all looked up, startled. Standing there was Marvin, the man they had insulted in the restaurant. His expression was calm, but his eyes held a serious look.The leader of the girls gasped, as her face turned pale. "What… what are you doing here?" she stuttered, struggling to find her words.Marvin who was still outside, crossed his arms. "I think I should be
"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 room grew silent for a moment, the only sound was Marvin's heavy breathing as his body gave out. His knees buckled completely, and he crumpled to the floor, his glowing veins had faded into dull lines as his consciousness slipped away.Just as the energy field began to spiral out of control again, a faint whirring sound filled the room. The female cyborg stepped forward, her movements were smooth yet deliberate. Her metallic limbs shimmered under the harsh glow of the unstable core, and her glowing eyes were locked onto the chaotic pulses of energy.She knelt beside Marvin, placing a cold hand on his shoulder. "Rest, Marvin," she said softly, her voice was calm and soothing. "You've done enough."Straightening her body, the cyborg turned her focus to the core. Her expression was unreadable, but her glowing eyes seemed to brighten as she extended her hands toward the storm of energy.Her internal systems were activated, sending a surge of telepathic waves toward the core. Her m
The air around Marvin crackled with energy, the violent storm of the Synapticore was roaring louder as the seconds ticked by. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths, sweat soaking his face as the temperature in the room climbed to unbearable levels. Yet, his eyes were fierce, fixed on the glowing core.“Tell me what to do,” he repeated, his voice was sharper now, his resolve solidifying.Luminar’s voice echoed in his mind, it was calm but tinged with urgency. “like I said before, to stabilize the grid, you must sync with its chaotic frequency. The energy is wild and erratic, but you can calm it by matching its rhythm. Focus, Marvin. Listen to the pulses, feel them, and let your mind flow with them.”Marvin closed his eyes, shutting out the flashing lights, the sparks, and the unbearable heat. His breathing steadied as he reached deep within himself, his consciousness stretching out to touch the volatile energy field. Slowly, he began to feel it—the erratic thrum of the core’s
The Synapticore energy buzzed wildly, and its light pulsed with an unpredictable rhythm. Rays of the sky-blue glow flickered outside the energy room, spilling through cracks in the walls and vents. It illuminated the dark corridors beyond, casting eerie, dancing shadows that stretched and twisted along the walls.Outside the energy room, chaos was brewing. Technicians scrambled to address the sudden surges in the facility’s systems. Warning lights flashed red, and alarms blared, signaling critical instability.The lead technician, a middle-aged man with a nervous air about him, noticed the strange blue light seeping out. His brow furrowed as he turned to Mr. Christopher Richmond, standing at few feets away from the energy room.“Mr. Christopher,” the technician called, his voice shaky, “what’s that sky-blue light coming from the energy room?”Christopher’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his face remained calm. He knew exactly what it was—the result of Marvin’s Synapticore power. But t
Marvin pressed his palm firmly against the cyborg’s cold, metallic arm.The moment their connection was made, a jolt of raw energy shot through him like an electric surge. It was as though his very veins were on fire, as each pulse of energy sent a sharp tremor up his arm. He gritted his teeth, trying to concentrate. The Synapticore energy that lived deep within him, which was dormant and unpredictable, was now his only lifeline."Focus," the cyborg’s voice broke through the chaos, it was steady and commanding. “Draw it out. Don't hold back. This is it.”Her words echoed in Marvin's mind, but his body was already pushing past his limits. His veins, once normal, were now glowing a brilliant sky-blue, pulsing as if his very bloodstream had become a river of energy. He clenched his jaw against the searing heat of it, fighting the rising panic.The energy surged through him, pooling in his chest, his limbs. He didn’t hesitate. He funneled it all down into his arm, sending it out throu
Marvin’s heart pounded as he stared at the woman before him. Chaos erupted all around them—the roaring hum of the energy field grew louder, threatening to consume the entire facility. Yet, his focus remained locked on her, as if the world had paused just for this moment.Her piercing eyes, like shards of tempered steel, held a strange mix of calm and determination that left him both mesmerized and unnerved. The flickering lights played across her flawless features, highlighting a beauty that seemed almost inhuman.No, not almost.Marvin’s gaze traveled downward, catching the gleam of her metallic arm. Its sleek, intricate design was unlike anything he’d seen, seamlessly blending with the flesh of her shoulder. It wasn’t a flaw; it was a statement.“Who… are you?” Marvin asked, his voice was barely audible above the cacophony around them.The woman’s expression remained steady. “Focus, Marvin. There’s no time for distractions,” she replied, her tone was calm yet commanding.Her words
Marvin’s breath quickened as he surveyed the chaos around him. The smoke thickened, and the flickering lights cast eerie shadows across the room. He turned to the young technician who had led them here, his voice was sharp and commanding.“How did this happen?” Marvin demanded, his piercing gaze was locked on the technician.The young man swallowed hard, his hands started trembling. “I-It started when one of the energy storage units malfunctioned,” he stammered. “The cooling systems couldn’t keep up with the heat buildup, and it triggered a chain reaction. The power surges overloaded the grid, and now the entire system is unstable.”Marvin’s uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, stepped forward, his movements were calm and precise. He made his way to one of the main control panels and began typing rapidly, his fingers were flying over the keyboard as he analyzed the situation.“Uncle Christopher, what’s the status?” Marvin asked, his voice tense.Christopher’s face was a mask of concentr
Four days later, the sun was high in the afternoon sky, casting long shadows across the sleek, modern campus of Marvin’s newly commissioned company. Inside the sprawling Solar Research Lab, Marvin walked alongside his uncle, Mr. Christopher Richmond, their footsteps were echoing softly against the tiled floor.The lab was a marvel of innovation, its clean, polished surfaces reflected the glow of advanced equipment humming quietly in the background. Researchers moved methodically, their focus was unwavering as they worked at their stations.Marvin took a moment to admire the setup, feeling a swell of pride. The Solar Research Lab was one of the most vital units in the company—a hub of innovation where breakthroughs in solar energy technology would propel the company to greater heights.Standing at the center of the room was Dr. Nathaniel Croft, a brilliant scientist Marvin had carefully selected to lead the unit. Clad in a white coat, his sharp eyes scanned the room as he oversaw th
The governor’s trembling hand hovered over the screen of his buzzing phone. The name Denzel Brooks glared back at him like a death sentence. His throat went dry as he reluctantly swiped to answer.“Hello… Mr. Speaker,” he croaked, his voice barely steady.“Governor Webster,” Denzel Brooks’s voice came through, calm but cold, with the weight of authority that felt crushing. “It seems the time for pretense is over.”The crowd, already uneasy, quieted further, straining to catch every word as if they could hear the conversation through sheer anticipation.“What… what are you talking about?” Webster stammered, though deep down, he knew where this was going.The Speaker’s voice was unrelenting. “Investigations into your assets and your dealings with Jessica Zypher have been ongoing for a few weeks now. And now, the results are clear. You accepted a bribe to influence your decision on Project Helios.”Gasps erupted from the crowd. The words “bribe” and “Project Helios” shot through them lik
“You see, while you are governor, that doesn’t mean that you have all the power,” Mr. Christopher stated, his voice was steady and sharp as it cut through the air.The crowd fell silent, hanging onto his every word. Governor Webster’s eyes narrowed, his confusion was evident. His mind raced as he tried to make sense of the words. All his life, he had believed that as governor, he was the most powerful man in Neovalle. Yet here was Mr. Christopher, challenging that notion so calmly, as if the truth was obvious to everyone but him.A few people in the crowd exchanged knowing glances, their expressions were tight with understanding. These were the ones who understood what Mr. Christopher was hinting at—the hidden power structure in Neovalle, where not all authority lay with the governor. The rest of the crowd, however, looked on in bewilderment. Murmurs rippled through them, the confusion and unease grew like a storm on the horizon.Governor Webster’s face darkened. The uneasy silence