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In the vast underground eting room, the atmosphere had beco electric. The echo of Mr. X's last words still resonated in the room, like a shock wave whose scope no one could yet asure.
Mr. X had spoken with his usual nonchalance, as if he had just announced a banal project. However, his announcent was anything but banal.
He wanted to build a nuclear power plant.
The silence lasted a fraction of a second before chaos set in.
Exclamations rang out, so scientists sitting up abruptly from their seats, others exchanging stunned glances, seeking a rational explanation for what they had just heard.
"This is a joke, right?" said a scientist with a salt-and-pepper beard, still frozen in shock.
"Wait, wait..." Another raised his hand, as if trying to calm the wave of indignation. "You an a power plant... here? At Macro? Run by you? You're proficient in computers and mathematics, right? Since when have you been interested in physics and chemistry?"
Mr. X stretched nonchalantly in his seat, a slight smile on his face, observing the storm raging around him.
"You're fast, I like that. Being proficient in one doesn't preclude the other, right?"
This answer only made things worse.
"But... but that's insane!" exclaid Valeski, who had remained silent until then. "A nuclear power plant is not built on a whim! It's a project that takes decades of research and infrastructure!"
"And above all..." another intervened, "Macro has never had a nuclear program! How do you plan to obtain the necessary materials? Not to ntion the technical expertise, the security protocols..."
The uproar grew, and Lassen let it happen.
He watched them, every reaction, every look of panic or excitent. He knew that a project of this magnitude could only be received like this: with a mixture of fascination and disbelief.
Then, when he judged that they had debated enough among themselves, he simply raised his hand.
Imdiately, as if an invisible signal had just been given, silence fell again.
All eyes turned to him.
Lassen took his ti before speaking, amused by the palpable expectation in the room.
"Do you take for an idiot? Do you think I didn't think about all this before bringing you here?"
His words snapped, bringing back a silent tension.
He rested his elbows on the table, clasping his hands in front of him, his smile fading slightly.
"Yes, Macro never had a nuclear program. But now he does. And it's you."
So exchanged worried glances.
"We are all aware of the implications," Lassen continued, his tone slightly more serious. "I know this project is monuntal. But we have the advantage of being free of all the bureaucratic shackles that slow down these things elsewhere. Here, we have the resources, the technologies, and most importantly, the will to do it."
A heavy silence followed.
Then, Valeski, still skeptical, took a deep breath and fixed his gaze on Lassen's.
"So tell ..." his voice was firm, calm. "What is your real intention behind this project? You don't just want to provide energy to Macro, do you?"
Lassen smiled mysteriously.
"What if I told you I just wanted to see how far we could go?"
Valeski gritted his teeth. "That doesn't answer my question."
Lassen stood up slowly, his hands sliding into his pockets. He paced around the table, eyeing each scientist as if assessing their limits.
Then he stopped and said with disconcerting simplicity:
"We are going to build a revolutionary nuclear power plant. Sothing that will surpass anything that currently exists. Sothing that will change the future."
The words were calm, calculated.
And yet, they left an indelible mark on the audience.
So breaths quickened, others stared at Lassen as if trying to comprehend the full extent of his ambition.
"If you think it's impossible, you can leave." Lassen paused, his gaze sharpening. "But if you stay, then you'll be witnessing one of the most ambitious projects in history."
No one spoke.
A shiver ran through the room.
Because deep down, even if they still refused to admit it...
They wanted to see how far this would go.
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After Everyone Left
After everyone had left to tour the facility, Lassen remained alone in the eting room. He grabbed a random chair and dropped into it nonchalantly, crossing his arms behind his head.
"System, remind again why I have to bring them here?"
In his mind, the response arrived quickly, accompanied by the usual sarcastic tone.
[I'll say it one more ti,Macro needs nuclear experience. Otherwise, they'll co running to you with every little issue. And you know what that ans? Endless etings. Administrative reports. Actual work.]
Lassen sighed, closing his eyes for a mont.
"Ugh… I can already hear it. 'Monsieur X, we have a problem.' 'Monsieur X, the machine is making a weird noise…'" He straightened slightly, drumming his fingers on the table. "Alright. Fine. So what's next?"
[Next, your scientists need to start sowhere. And for that, they need solid foundations. They have to understand what they're building, not just follow blueprints like mindless drones.]
Lassen nodded, thoughtful. The system was right. Simply handing them the answers wouldn't be enough. They needed to understand the principles, learn to manage reactors, anticipate complications. Macro had no expertise in nuclear technology, and he couldn't just spoon-feed them everything.
[Not to ntion, the more independent they beco, the less you'll have to lift a finger in the future. And you know how important that is, huh, Mister-King-of-Laziness?]
Lassen burst out laughing.
"You know too well. So, where do we start? A crash course in nuclear physics? You want to be a professor now?"
[No, that would be a disaster. I'll provide educational materials,ultra-detailed docunts, simulations, interactive models. And you'll oversee the first trials. Think of it like a ga. You just have to make sure they don't die before they learn sothing.]
Lassen raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, great. So my job is just to stop them from blowing up. Love it."
The system was silent for a mont before adding in a mockingly innocent tone:
[...At least, not too quickly]
Lassen shook his head with a smirk.
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