Chapter 8: Indication

After reviewing the list, Aron's next step was clear. He turned to Daniel. "Bring these four scientists to my office. I have a task for them."

Daniel nodded and swiftly left the room, while Aron made his way to his private office, Rosie following close behind. The atmosphere in the room shifted as soon as the door closed behind them, leaving Aron alone with his thoughts and the gravity of the situation. Rosie stood silently nearby, sensing the tension in Aron's stance as he gazed out the window.

Moments later, the door opened, and Daniel returned with Hank Pym, T.O. Morrow, Ander Watson, and Rotsom Bosom in tow. The four scientists filed into the room, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern. They knew this was no ordinary meeting.

Aron sat behind his desk, his eyes sharp as they locked onto the group. "I have a task for the four of you," he began, his tone leaving no room for doubt. The weight of the war and the future of the company hung heavily on his words.

He turned first to Hank Pym and Rotsom Bosom. "Your assignment is to study the electromagnetic field and particles. I want you to develop a weapon that can harness and release that energy in a controlled blast."

Pym's eyes narrowed slightly, intrigued by the challenge, while Bosom's expression hardened with determination. The science was new and ambitious, but they understood the urgency.

Next, Aron's gaze shifted to T.O. Morrow and Ander Watson. "You two will focus on developing robotic hands and legs. As you're aware, the war is claiming more than just lives—many soldiers are losing limbs. I need prosthetics that can fully integrate with the body's nervous system, giving the user complete control. The world will need these soon."

Morrow and Watson exchanged a glance, recognizing the monumental task ahead. Morrow's mind immediately began racing through his knowledge of artificial intelligence, while Watson mentally mapped the engineering challenges of creating prosthetics capable of such precise integration.

Aron's voice softened, but the intensity remained. "I'll be bringing in a biologist to assist with the neural interface, but for now, begin your research. Use any of the other researchers you need to assist you. We don't have time to waste."

He paused, letting the gravity of the situation settle over them. "Remember this—if we fail, the United States could fall to the Axis Powers. We have to move quickly. If the other researchers give you any trouble, remind them that their families' lives may be on the line. If we don't make a breakthrough soon, the war will touch everyone."

Aron also told as a last reminder " Remember it , that now every minutes counts bring out all your innovation as Time is both money and life "

At his final words, the room grew tense. The four scientists stood silent, but their expressions had shifted to grim determination. They were well aware of the stakes—World War II was raging, and the Axis Powers were growing stronger by the day. Aron's warning had struck a chord. This wasn't just a scientific pursuit; it was a race against time, with the survival of countless lives hanging in the balance.

After a long moment, they nodded in unison, the gravity of the task sinking in. Without another word, the four turned and left the room, ready to begin their work.

As the door closed behind them, Aron leaned back in his chair, his gaze thoughtful. With these minds focused on the task, the tide of the war could be influenced by the technology they would create. But there was no time for delay—the clock was ticking, and the fate of nations rested on their success.

Aron understood that the young researchers, Pym and Bosom, might face resistance in a world that often favored experience over youth. Yet, he was convinced that in the crucible of familial desperation, innovation would flourish. With lives hanging in the balance, the pressure would forge brilliance from necessity.

Daniel, keenly attuned to the underlying genius of Aron's strategy, marveled at the depth of his insight. It was a masterstroke of foresight and persuasion, designed to harness the latent creativity of those pushed to their limits.

As they left the company and made their way home, the evening air was crisp with the scent of impending twilight. Aron leaned close to Rosie, his voice a whisper that caressed her ear. "Rosie, if today has left you in awe, why not visit my room tonight for a bit of 'treatment'?"

Rosie's cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her heart racing as she processed the unexpected invitation. Until now, she had been unaware of the full extent of Aron's capabilities. This day had shattered her illusions, revealing a man of such profound brilliance and power that her once-innocent view of him was forever altered. The shock of his brilliance and the intimate nature of his suggestion left her both dazzled and disoriented, contemplating the layers of complexity hidden behind his commanding presence.