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Chapter 230 Metacortex CEO Goes Crazy

Claire blinked, completely caught off guard by the suggestion. She stared at Matthew as he'd just proposed they fly to the moon using rubber bands and paper clips. "What? Us? Build the robots?" Matthew grinned, that mischievous glint in his eyes suggesting he wasn't kidding. "Sure, why not? We've got the brains, the resources. Why not give it a shot?"

"Because it's crazy," Claire shot back, still trying to wrap her head around the idea. "We're not robot engineers. Metacortex doesn't even have a robotics department! It's way too risky."

"Too risky?" Matthew leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with a look that screamed 'I know better." "Come on, Claire. You're The Raven. You can be a world-class hacker and run Metacortex at the same time. How hard can it be to build a robot?" Claire's eyes narrowed as she gave him a weird look. "I get your point, but comparing hacking and corporate management to building a robot? Not exactly the same thing."

"Tomato, tomahto," Matthew replied with a chuckle, waving her concerns away like they were trivial. "And hey, you won't be doing this alone. I'll help. Plus, you've got all those geniuses over at Cryptonic. You could ask them to pitch in." Claire bit her lip, her mind racing. The idea was out there, no doubt about it. But maybe that was exactly why it had potential. Still, she had to weigh the risks.

"It's not a terrible idea, but we don't exactly have a robotics division."

"So, we start one," Matthew said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You've always said Metacortex is about innovation, right? What's more innovative than building our own robots when no one else will?" Claire couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "You make it sound so easy."

"Because it is," Matthew insisted. "We hire the best people, we give them what they need, and we get to work. Worst case, we're in the same spot we are now, but best case, we end up with robots that are exactly what we need."

Claire leaned back, thinking it over. "You know, Matthew, you might just be onto something."

Matthew grinned. "I usually am. So, what do you say? Ready to start our own robotics division?"

Claire felt a spark of excitement, something she hadn't felt all day. "Let's do it. We'll need to move fast, but if anyone can pull it off, it's us."

Matthew's grin widened, clearly pleased with himself for planting the seed. "That's the spirit! Think about it, Claire. If we pull this off, it's going to be a game-changer. People won't just see Metacortex as a tech giant-they'll see us as innovators. Pioneers." Claire raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like we're trying to build an electric spaceship."

"Who knows? Maybe we'll do that next," Matthew joked, leaning forward with enthusiasm. "But seriously, imagine the headlines. 'Metacortex Enters Robotics: A New Era of Innovation.' It's got a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

headlines now," Claire said dryly. "Metacortex CEO Goes Crazy, Decides

love a good underdog story. We start with

of ourselves," Claire replied, though she couldn't help but smile at his infectious enthusiasm. "But let's say we do this. Where would we even start? It's not like we can just Google 'how to build a robot' and

like helper robots. Something to serve and greet guests in hotels. You know, a friendly,

we need

Abigail and ask

to decide on its appearance, functions, and personality. And of course, we'll have to figure out the

talking like this is

only way to keep the

our bases, and we don't rush into anything. If we're going to build robots,

there was a hint of excitement

"But don't worry, Claire. We've got this. I'll get started on some preliminary research. And maybe we can set up a meeting with the

night had settled over

hospital bathed in a peaceful hush, Lisa was asleep in the plush comfort of her VIP room, a luxury she had chosen

mother's house. The doctorh had given her the all-clear to leave, but Lisa wasn't ready to face the world just yet. The hospital, with its quiet halls and soft, sterile lighting, felt

hide from

in like a shadow, her footsteps barely making a sound on the polished floor. She approached the bed with a cautious tread, but something must have alerted Lisa, who stirred in her

felt a presence looming above her. With a gasp, Lisa jolted awake and was about to scream when Gretta's hand shot out, clamping

It's Gretta!" she hissed urgently, trying to calm

eyes widened in recognition, and Gretta removed her hand, stepping back to turn on the light. The sudden brightness

the heck did you sneak up on me like that? You nearly gave me a heart

her chest, her

which had just begun