Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: A Son's Vow
As it had for the previous 10 years, Arjun Rao's mind was racing with ideas even though it was a calm night. He studied pages of his father's papers while seated in the dim light of his subterranean laboratory. The detailed schematics of mechanical parts and circuits were now as familiar to him as his own heartbeat. He had no trouble following any line or connecting any dots. This was the legacy of his father: a blueprint for something far more than a mechanical suit, an army of more sophisticated AI-powered robots. When his father passed away, the world was unaware of what they had lost. However, Arjun did.
Even though it had been ten years since that night, the recollection was still vivid, like if it had been burned into his very being when he was a little child. He was hiding in the shadows and watched helplessly as government operatives broke into their home and stole everything, including his life's work and his father's study.
Arjun's hands tightened at the idea. Time had not made the anguish go away; rather, it had sharpened into something more dangerous: determination. Standing over his father's grave, he had vowed to himself that he would make them pay. Since then, every restless night has been committed to keeping that pledge.
He had changed from the terrified youngster he had been. He had become an expert in engineering, robotics, and even battle over the years, so he was confident he had what it took to recreate his father's creation and keep it safe this time. Arjun was constructing an army of robots, not simply a single machine suit that might overthrow the regime that had destroyed his life.
His father's voice followed him everywhere he went as he worked. It was always Dr. Rao's belief that science should serve mankind, not work against it. However, Arjun had discovered the hard way that sometimes reconstruction required destruction.
The initial breakthrough occurred late one evening. Arjun became aware of the full potential of his father's creation as he was adjusting one of the AI cores in an effort to boost its ability for self-learning. In addition to building controllable robots, his father had also envisioned intelligent, adaptable, and evolving machines. Soldiers that are autonomous, possess intellect akin to that of humans, and are able to engage in strategic combat without direct human supervision.
The ramifications of this were astounding. Arjun might build an army of invincible machines that could outthink human warriors and instantly adapt to any scenario on the battlefield if he had enough time and money. He came to the realization that his father's efforts had caused concern for the administration. It wasn't simply the machine suit's might that frightened them; it was also the possibility of an uncontrollably shifting power dynamic.
The weight of it all weighed on him for a little while. Was he able to pull this off? Could he defeat a whole government on his own? But Arjun thought of his father once again as uncertainty started to set in. There was nothing for him to do. This was his fate, the inheritance of his father. He needed to complete what his father began, seeking justice as well as retribution.
Arjun sensed the change in himself as he examined the designs in front of him. The years of loss and rage had transformed into something more deliberate, more focused. He was no longer just a son out for revenge. He was a guy on a quest that would alter the course of history.
As Arjun started building his first prototype, the subterranean lab came alive with the sounds of churning machinery over the course of the following several weeks. The robot was elegant, with its metal frame gleaming under the fluorescent lights of the lab. With limbs built for speed and accuracy, it was more nimble than a human while being smaller.
Arjun saw the robot's initial moves, seeing them fluid and purposeful. It was more than a device. It was an armament. A tool with which he would destroy the regime that had harmed him.
And it was only the start.
Every evening, Arjun kept deciphering his father's notes and unearthing breakthroughs and hidden technologies that the rest of the world had never heard about. He was astounded by his father's depth of brilliance. The concepts and designs the guy had made were decades ahead of their time, beyond the comprehension of anybody else. They were now in Arjun's custody.
Prototypes began to fill the lab as the weeks stretched into months. The walls were lined with more sophisticated robots, each with varying sizes and capacities. Some were made to be stealthy and able to sneak in enemy lines without being noticed. Others were made with sheer strength, able to easily rip through steel. They would unite to create an army that could not be stopped, one that would topple the government.
Arjun, though, was aware that he needed assistance. People who shared his worldview and his contempt for the government were what he needed as allies. He would have to pick them carefully—individuals he could rely on. But he had to finish the robots first. That was his main concern.
Arjun used to work late into the night, but one night he stopped to glance at a picture on his desk. It was an old photo, taken before things had gone apart, of him and his father. With his arm covered in protective wraps, his father smiled warmly and reassuringly around the shoulders of Arjun.
With a voice full of emotion, Arjun spoke to the picture, "I'll make you proud, Dad." "I swear,"
He returned to his task with newfound resolve. The robot outfit was nearly completed. The world was about to witness what his father had really built. And nobody would be able to stop him when that day arrived, not the military nor the government.
Nothing will stop Arjun Rao from fulfilling his commitment.
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