"As your partner, the worst thing is that there's always something to do. But at the same time, as someone with a strong sense of achievement, I'm hooked on you, someone who always surprises me." Ina Sandra was still basking in the joy of having just signed her first order for Hybern heavy-lift helicopters. She didn't like the money, but she loved the sense of accomplishment!
"Get used to it, it'll happen more often in the future," Luke replied easily. He was currently brainstorming a lot of wild ideas.
He still greatly appreciated the idea of an elite team capable of fully demonstrating his technological achievements and capabilities. Every major corporation in the universe possessed a prestigious elite combat team or two. For Luke, establishing such a team served not only security purposes but also the purpose of validating his new technologies.
The Becky team was an attempt, but unfortunately, it was shelved and abandoned due to the betrayal of its personnel.
But Luke's desire to form a capable elite squad remained unwavering. He had so many ideas he wanted to experiment with, especially with the fourth talent potentially unlocked at any moment.
If the fourth talent can be unlocked successfully, Luke will be able to change and experiment with so many things.
For example, make the concept of technology become like magic.
To put it bluntly, if magic can be mysterious, why not technology?
All the magic in this world has its source. So when Luke used his fourth talent to forcibly extract the concept of technology and turned it into an incredible power similar to magic and superpowers, why couldn't he be the source of this world's technological power in the future?
Knowledge?
equipment?
science and technology?
You can use some technology to extract concepts with the fourth talent and give it properties similar to magic and super powers!
By then, creating supermen will not be a dream.
However, if you want to continuously upgrade and improve it like a game character and get closer to the target result, it will definitely require a lot of trials and experiments, as well as a lot of luck and a long time. This requires every step to be well planned and taken.
For Luke, every technological advancement in his ideal elite squad was a significant step toward his goal of success. He couldn't let himself be the guinea pig, letting those technologies play out on him, could he? He wasn't Tony Stark, trapped in dire straits, nor did he share Tony Stark's love of the spotlight and his relentless focus on his armored technology.
As long as he maintains absolute control and suppression of his own technology, Luke doesn't mind letting others use his technology on his behalf.
Good or bad, they are all important data that can lay the foundation for his ideal future.
As for the potential crises and subsequent impacts of uncontrolled technology, they can always be avoided. If things really don't work out, use a pseudonym and work behind the scenes for new technologies you're unsure of.
Ina, who knew Luke well, saw his absent-minded state and knew he must be preoccupied with something important. She immediately gave up the idea of sharing her joy and fell silent instead. She knew full well that the rapid growth of Heybolun Technology wasn't solely due to her management skills, but rather to Luke's continuous technological achievements, which had propelled Heybolun Technology to its current stage.
Luke is the undisputed core and soul of Hyperion Technologies.
Therefore, Ina is very clear about her position. Her emotional intelligence also knows what to do and when to advance and retreat.
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Haibolun Industrial Park.
A dusty, robust man, missing only half his right arm, walked in, carrying a backpack, led by a guide to a spacious room. Before he arrived, several others had already arrived, each with their own flaws, like him. Their gazes, filled with a shared longing, darted towards a door not far away. Their eager gazes seemed to hint at something they longed for, hidden behind that door.
Everyone who enters is nervous, but everyone who comes out has a look of rebirth on their face!
A few people with pale faces looked like they had lost their souls. Some were angry, but under the vigilant gaze of the security guards, they became dejected and left sadly.
After the man came in, he kept observing his surroundings silently, observing everything, and at the same time comparing the information his superiors told him with the information in his mind. In the quiet crowd, he was like a silent lone wolf until he heard his name.
"Mr. Snooker, it's your turn."
The man stood up, pushed open the door and entered the room.
The room is very large and is filled with many instruments. There are more than a dozen scientific researchers in white coats busying around in it, constantly recording and transmitting something into the instruments.
"Come here, Mr. Snooker." Luke waved at him, signaling him to come forward. He could have handed today's inspection off to other researchers, but since this was his first team, he felt it was worth his time to attend and participate.
"Before coming in, I assume you've already signed the contract and are aware of your obligations and procedures, correct?" Luke looked at the taciturn, composed man before him. He had received information from General Evra, so he was more interested in him than most people today. If his memory test for the synaesthesia ritual was correct, then his exceptional qualities might make him a key member of the soon-to-be-formed team.
"Yes." Snooker answered sparingly, just like the steady feeling he gave people.
"Then please wear this device. It will establish a certain connection with your brain and neurons. It will not cause any harm. During this process, you may have some profound memories emerge. Overcome them and move on. If successful, you will get a ticket to return to normal." Luke said.
Snook stood up and let the researchers beside him put instruments on him one by one. When he put on a helmet and felt a slight tingling on the back of his neck, he fell into the scenes in his memory. Those scenes that left a deep impression on him were so real that they reappeared in his mind like a replay after time went back.
Ten minutes later, when the green light on his helmet's instrument lit up, Luke smiled. The green light, monitored by the new Terra intelligence he had specially programmed for this team using the White Queen's code as a template, indicated that no information or memories compromising Heberon had been retrieved from his recent memories. In other words, he was, for the time being, reliable.