Mexico City, top floor of the "Feathered Serpent Temple" private salon
The air conditioning was on full blast, but the heat in the room came from elsewhere.
The cigar smoke mixed with the aroma of aged Tequila, while the gilded Aztec ornamentation glinted dully under dim lighting.
Victor wasn't sitting in the main seat; he leaned against the bar, rotating a glass of amber liquid in his hand, watching the Europeans marvel at the quantum processor prototype data projected holographically.
"This isn't a chip, it's God's eyeball."
Italian Luca Rossi's eyes were wide, his fingers hesitating to poke through the light blue veil, "You guys really stabilized quantum bit entanglement at room temperature?"
"What else?"
