Next is me, as of March 21st this was my living scenario. I live in my lab and let's say it was spacious because there was nothing much inside. The soldering iron smell refused to leave, no matter what I sprayed in the lab, in the very center of the lab was my workbench, my pride and joy and all my property fit inside it. To the right of the workbench are the ideas and components that have stopped working (you don't say failed) and above them were my four shirts and two trousers. It was everything to me because it was there all my ideas, dreams suggestions all came to life and at 5am 21st March Optic-Core came to life.
I had battled for years and months and finally I knew I was really close, there wasn't an error I saw that diminished my spirit, I was focused regardless of whatever happened I didn't panic, quit or get angry.
Finally after updating and calibrating, Optic-core was finally working. I have created a lens and AI combination that can enhance any camera lens in the world, giving everybody the ability to snap better pictures and have clearer video. Even in no sunlight at 5am in the morning the images outside were wonderful.
I turned it to myself and snapped, the image could show my scattered hair, my beard and the bags under my eyes that had developed because of no sleep. I was so proud. There was no contest. The difference was not subtle. It was not a marginal improvement of the kind that required a technical explanation to appreciate. It was visible to anyone who looked. A child could see it. A grandmother could see it.
Now every woman with a new hairdo, every woman with a new dress, every woman with new jewelry, underwear, swim suit, makeup , shoes, bags that wanted people to see every little detail would need Optic-Core as it could take you better pictures and make better memories. I smiled and was happy.
But remember this wasn't my first Invention and I knew the reason why the first 2 had failed; 'FUNDING'. Each time a competitor came in with more money and a competing product they kick me out of the market so fast I didn't know what hit me. So this time I concluded to myself , I don't just want to enter the market, I want to dominate the market so that all the big names would come to me and I would supply everybody Optic-Core for their devices, so the first thing that came to mind was my uncle, Thrope.
A family friend, long term investor in startup companies, like all the rest of investors they all do it for money, more money so I had made a plan to make back the money for the person who invests.
Each unit of Optic-Core would be worth at least Seventy Dollars to a hundred dollars dollars, that way I would make back fifty dollars, sell one million units and make Fifty Million Dollars. After then I continue to make profit for the rest of my life. There are billions of device that can use Optic-Core.
Imagine if I sold ten million units that makes up to five hundred million dollars, just imagine how my life would change. No more dusty laboratory, I would hire many engineers to produce Optic-core twenty four hours a day. All the major mobile devices company would be begging me for discounts. Now that is success I want here, first of all let's call him.
I picked up my phone, my real phone, not the cracked test handset and dialed his number.
Thrope answered on the third ring, he was well awake, which meant the universe was, at this particular moment, cooperating.
"Noah." You can hear his age in his voice.
"Mr. Thrope. I have something I need you to see. Something that will change the world forever and make you a lot of money." Enthusiastic Noah.
A pause. Short, but present. "Can you be at the First Oak Lounge by 9:00 AM?"
"Yes Sir" Thrope hung up.
I looked at my phone for the time, 7:30 Am, got up from the workbench and it's time to take a bath. Shave my beard, I need to be presentable for someone to give me Fifty million dollars. Need to be ready in less than an hour. I want to be there before Thrope gets there.
I dusted my only suit that hung on the chair next to the workbench, found my shoes and dusted them. All throughout I was planning the prefect presentation because I wanted to make Optic-Core love at first sight for him so that he wouldn't question it. He will love it so much he will write me a blank check.
What's the worst that can happen?