With the influx of professional reviews and a barrage of media reports, the H1 Intelligent Voice Assistant remained the hottest topic on the internet.
Naturally, this caught the attention of every influencer and content creator looking for a piece of the pie. Whether they were genuinely interested in the tech or just looking to ride the viral wave, everyone started dropping their two cents.
However, unlike the tech media's consistent praise, several bloggers and self-media figures took a contrarian stance—likely just to grab attention.
The loudest voice among them was Robby Ziren, a tech CEO known as the "Big Cannon" of the industry for his inflammatory takes. He took to X to voice his skepticism: "I watched the keynote. Aside from some fancy voice simulation, there's nothing special here. Don't fall for the hype; plenty of existing AI programs do exactly this. In fact, I think they do it better and for a lot less money than this so-called 'Intelligent Assistant.'"
"Furthermore, the security is a nightmare. If a device is constantly recording your environment, privacy becomes a myth. In my view, this is just an expensive toy. Fun to play with, but don't take it seriously."
As soon as Robby fired his shot, a following developed. A segment of the internet began to dogpile the product.
A well-known blogger, Eternal QS, chimed in: "Flashy but hollow. It's barely an improvement over standard voice tech; it's just shiny new packaging on old code. Young entrepreneurs need to stay humble. Don't claim to be world-leading over a minor breakthrough. They're lightyears behind the likes of Apple and Google."
Even a veteran tech editor known as "I Want Peace and Quiet" took a personal jab: "It's impressive that a small team built this, but I can't stand Nick Harryson's arrogance. When a breakthrough like this is born, it should be open-sourced for the benefit of humanity, not monopolized. Why is the younger generation so selfish?"
Meanwhile, a popular tech blogger named "Star Gazer" went straight for the jugular: "How he manages his tech is his business, but I'm interested in that million-dollar bounty. If someone actually cracks the system, are you really going to pay up? @MilitechTechnology @NickHarryson."
"These people are unbelievable. Just because we didn't send them an invite, they're coming at us like this? It's pathetic," Tyler fumed, slamming his phone down on the desk.
Nick just smiled. "Why let them get under your skin? They're just looking for clout. If we engage, we're giving them exactly what they want."
"I'm not looking for a fight, but we can't just let them trash our reputation," Tyler said, still visibly frustrated.
Nick shook his head. "We don't need to argue. We let the numbers do the talking. Have the official Militech account post our pre-order stats for the last forty-eight hours."
"Now that's a clapback I can get behind," Tyler chuckled, his eyes lighting up.
Minutes later, the post went live: "Since the H1 pre-sale launched, the response has been overwhelming. As of 3:30 PM today, we have surpassed 275,074 orders across our site and partner platforms. We are currently scaling production with our manufacturers, and the first batch of 100,000 units is already in transit. To those waiting: thank you for your patience. We're working around the clock to get your H1 to you."
Nick forwarded the post to his own feed, adding: "I've got boots on the ground at the factory; we're shipping units as fast as they come off the line. I want everyone to experience the H1 as soon as possible. As I said before: real gold doesn't fear the fire. Once you use it, you'll know. To those who already have theirs, keep sharing your stories! And as for the million-dollar security challenge? The promise stands. Official rules drop on the site tomorrow. Good luck."
The post sent another shockwave through the tech world. Nearly 300,000 orders in just a few days was an astronomical start for a new company.
Skeptics wondered how much of that number was "padded," but Nick hadn't manipulated a single digit. He had specifically ordered the team to provide raw, real-time data; the truth was impressive enough on its own.
While the general public saw a big number, the industry—especially the smartphone giants—felt a cold shiver. They knew how to spot fake data, and their internal intel told them this was the real deal. They knew several major manufacturing plants were already running at max capacity for Militech.
Every major player was now asking the same questions: How does this software actually work? Is it really as powerful as the hype suggests? Is there a backdoor we can exploit, or can we replicate the code?
"Mr. Stein, the lab's report is in." A thirty-something executive handed a folder to a weary-looking man in his fifties.
"And?" Stein asked, scanning the pages.
"It's incredible. The tech team is floored. The hardware is standard stuff, but the AI architecture... it's a masterclass. Our current smart speakers aren't even in the same league. And the security? It's a fortress. Our guys can't even find a seam to pick without the source code."
Stein frowned. "So we can't 'borrow' any of the logic?"
The younger man shook his head. "The core is locked down tight. And the peripheral tech is a patent minefield. Over the last six months, Militech has filed over three hundred patents. Unless we get a license, we're dead in the water even if we managed to clone it."
"So we have to play ball," Stein muttered.
The executive gave a wry smile. "I'd hurry. Rumor has it reps from Samsung, Apple, and Huawei are already on flights to Tampa. Once this thing goes global, the entire voice assistant industry is going to be turned upside down. Everyone is rushing there to negotiate a piece of the pie."
"Then what are you standing here for? Get a team together and get to Florida now!"