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Alex said with a smirk pasted on his face, which in return seemed to further infuriate Arvin, if only such emotion was allowed in his system, to begin with. "Hmmm.. That can be the case. Anyway, charging faster than the others does not necessarily mean that you are more efficient. Productivity would still depend on the amount of work you could cover on a given set of time and based on your build, I don't think that you are any better than the earlier versions of Android Partner."

Even if his brain was slow, he wouldn't care as long as his reaction speed and movements were fast! In his own words, 'Screw brain tests and all the scheming b*tches and bastards in the world! All they know is to run their brains! Countering this shameless bunch is not by being intelligent too, but by being faster than them! While they are still hatching ways to kill me in their minds, I must already run towards them to kill them or run away to not be killed by them!'

Will said gently. Fast? My brain stalled. Fast. Fast food. And then it clicked like lightning. Jerky. Jerky is fast, portable, to-go. Not just selling pork, selling convenience. My lips curled into a grin. I smacked Will's shoulder. "Will, you're a fucking genius!"

Her words about legacy lingered, but I wasn’t a man swayed by promises wrapped in pretty language. “You speak of decades,” I said, voice steady. “But technology evolves in months. How do you build something today that doesn’t become obsolete tomorrow?” Elizabeth met my stare without flinching, her posture unbroken. “Because we don’t build for today, Mr. Grayson,” she replied. “We build systems that learn. What makes smart integration powerful isn’t the hardware, but the intelligence that adapts with you. Updates, recalibrations, predictive maintenance, your properties would grow sharper, not weaker, with time. That’s the difference between us and the others. They install. We evolve.”

After a moment of silence, his friends erupted in gleeful cheers. "God, Evan Ferguson, are you the Wolf King Reincarnate? Why are all those hot werewolf babes into you? I'm so jealous." "Don't worry, Evan. Everyone here knows that Bella, as smart and kind as she is, is as fragile as a snowflake. We will never utter a word to her." "We can't quite understand your reason for marrying Bella. She's a human, after all. But as your friends, we will not ruin your plans."

In my younger years, I didn't care so much about what I ate, but now at 33 I have slowly started changing my eating habits, and it has been doing wonders for my body alongside visiting the gym frequently. I ate slowly, taking my time to peruse the hard copy newspaper that was previously neatly folded beside the breakfast. I liked my mornings slow and quiet and so far it was looking to be anything but that as my phone rang loudly again. This time it was Keith, the Chief Operating Officer of the New York office. As we were in the process of launching a new biotech device in collaboration with the US government, this wasn't a call I could just ignore even if I wanted to. I threw down the newspa

I said. Kaiden nodded. “Yes.” “Fast.” He shook his head. “No.” I frowned. "What do you mean, no?" “I mean not fast.” “I don’t have time to take it slow.” “This isn’t about speed.” “It is when Nate is…” “It’s about control,” he cut in. I stopped. “You’re not ready to move faster,” he continued. “What we can do is move smarter.” “That sounds like something Axel would say.” “It’s something that’s true.”

I gripped the microphone with steady confidence and began my presentation. “Today, we unveil the SOT Chip 1.2,” I announced, my voice clear and commanding. “This new generation delivers processing speeds up to 40% faster than anything on the market, while consuming 35% less energy. It runs significantly cooler, extends battery life in every device, and unlocks far more powerful AI capabilities without the usual overheating or power drain. This isn’t just an incremental upgrade, it’s a true revolution in efficiency and performance.” The crowd erupted in applause. I owned every second on that stage, fielding questions with sharp, prepared answers.