The genius inventor of the Shield, Professor Cecilia Araceli, wanted the Shield to be open-source technology. She wanted it to be freely available, endlessly replicable, and to be a design that could be copied and reinvented and improved by anyone with the facilities and the will.
She wanted it to spread like wildfire across the world. She wanted it to one day be like the wheel. A circular object people used to move everything faster and easier. Not a luxury. Not a privilege. Just a tool.
That was the dream.
"Now that Father-in-law is here, am I even needed in this battle?"
"Of course you are." Damon had relocated. He was no longer kneeling. His knees had made their point and were now grateful to be sitting in a proper chair across the table from her, a glass of cucumber-mint water in his hand.
His eyes were as sharp as ever when he said, "But you can choose to sit in the background while we take care of everything."
