“Say nothing yet,” Jameson said, his tone patient but firm. “We’ve been working on something that requires fresh perspectives, particularly from someone who hasn’t been overly influenced by traditional thinking. Ms. Clarke, if you would.”
Ms. Clarke stepped forward, flipping the documents to reveal a complex diagram of what appeared to be a futuristic transportation system. Ted leaned in, his interest piqued despite his nerves.
“This,” Clarke began, “is our prototype for an adaptive transport vehicle—a modular design capable of changing its structure in response to environmental demands. Think of it as the Swiss Army knife of vehicles: part land cruiser, part amphibious vessel, part aerial drone.”
Ted’s eyes widened. “That’s... incredible.”
“Exactly,” Jameson said. “But we’re facing challenges—both in the material science aspects and in the conceptual framework. We need people who can connect dots that others might miss. Sherman seems to think you might have that ability.”
Ted’s heart raced. He’d spent most of his academic life feeling like an ordinary student, struggling to keep up at times. But now, here he was, sitting in a room discussing cutting-edge technology, being told he might have something unique to contribute.
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