Mr. Quincy opened his mouth, then closed it again, glancing at Landon Sinclair.
His eyes were asking a question.
This was his first time working with the young woman.
He knew Chloe Sinclair had ideas, but he never expected them to be this radical.
But Chloe Sinclair's words made his expression instantly turn serious.
"Chloe, do you have any idea that our current technology simply can't support the construction of the computer you're describing?"
He had the ambition, but the current level of technology was too primitive. They were severely lacking in both the necessary techniques and materials.
The old man's mood soured.
They might not be able to develop any of this for another twenty years.
He was running out of time, and the thought that he might die before seeing his dream realized was a bitter one.
