A sharp intake of breath swept the room—
Everyone present was a pillar of the nation; they never flinched in the face of a crisis.
But upon hearing what Chloe Sinclair said, the room instantly broke into an uproar.
What did the term "All-Purpose Robot" even imply?
A single robot capable of search and rescue, medical assistance, and military applications.
The implications of such research were terrifying.
Joel Quincy's eyes narrowed. "Young lady," he asked, "what about the cost?"
Chloe Sinclair met his gaze, her reply calm and measured. "It's expensive."
Chloe Sinclair wasn't lying. The nation's technology was not yet fully developed, so many materials had to be imported.
But things were different now.
Chloe Sinclair's eyes grew resolute. "But that's only temporary," she stated. "Give me one year. I can manufacture everything myself, and I can cut the cost down to ten percent."
Ten percent?!!
Even Joel Quincy was shocked.
