The Industrialist

Chapter 95 Recognition

High Science Academy, Master Physics Class, BloomForge Enclave, Axe Central

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"A famous guy in our midst!" Adamson cheered. All heads turned towards the guy at the back. Lance's heart raced. How could Adamson know that he was lingering behind the last row of students?

Lance tried to duck his head, hopelessly hiding behind the surprised stares of the students. However, it was futile, they had their targets already.

"Oh no. You can't hide, Mister Berkley. This room has sensors and links to my AI. Once you enter this room, your profile will prompt an attendance in my iris imaging." Adamson said.

He had the same AI as Jasper. However, knowing that he announced it to the class, it only meant legitimate use of such mobile AI.

To afford such modification, Adamson could be a Scientist Tycoon, from an already well-known Science professor.

Unfortunately, Lance did not research about him. He was caught off-guard. There was nothing left to do but to acknowledge the teacher's praise.

"A round of applause everyone. This Scientist right here should be your motivation." Adamson added.

Faint applause came from the surprised crowd. Varied expressions emerged from different faces of different age gaps. Some of them might revere him as their motivation. An individual rising from ranks for the shortest time in history. And some of them, perhaps, are jealous of his achievements.

How can a commoner like him achieve such regard from Doctor Zee, the second most famous Scientist to Levi Menks?

Lance stood after the soft applause subsided and delivered a curt bow to the professor standing in front of the stage. The strobe lights suddenly shifted to where he stood, they were blinding. Lance covered his vision with his palm on his forehead while faintly glimpsing at the professor.

"Oh, sorry. Is it too much?" The strobe lights retreated their focus back to the stage with Adamson's hand gesture.

"Thank you, Doctor Adamson, for the warm welcome," Lance replied. He had no other words for a respectful response.

"What brings you here in my Master Physics course?"

"Ahm... I..." Lance stammered. His heart raced with the spotlight. He had never been famous before and had never been confronted with surprise attention like what he had now. He wanted darkness to engulf him, hoping to suddenly vanish his true form and back to Steelpoint's darkest corners.

In the Scrapyards.

But he had to face the consequences of being famous, of being targeted by many walks of life, especially science aspirants.

"Tell us about yourself?" one student from the far left interjected. Before Lance responded, another student intervened. Some of them rose to their feet.

"What can I do for the rising star of the Corporation?" Adamson offered to let Lance sit across him.

"Doctor Adamson, I enrolled in your specialized course for Masterworks Energy Sources, but I want an advanced study for me to ace your class."

"Hmm? Why? Why do you want to ace the class?" Adamson asked.

"Because people look up to me nowadays, expecting me to excel in my courses. And I don't want them to be disappointed, that's all." Lance said.

"I just can't give my presentations to you, Mister Berkley. It's like a form of cheating. I know this is your first time to actually enroll in courses in High Science Academy, except for the introductory course you had in SARS. What you are asking is... a bit inconvenient on my part. The rules are strict around here, you know.

There are many instances..." Adamson continued by sharing previous true stories of students who cheated.

People said that having a course in High Science Academy was like having upgrades for your service robot – to improve your life. Many science aspirants wanted to enroll, however, it implied high tuition costs that only a few mid-classers could join. The students, the high-classers, were sons and daughters of high-echelon parents, therefore, corruption was high.

Many would tend to pay the professors just to achieve high grades.

So, the Governing Laws Department (GLD) in collaboration with the HSA management, established these strict rules to prevent such corruption. Even the room itself had its own attendance monitoring, requiring all enrolled students to physically join the classes.

"What's your advice then?" Lance asked.

"Tell me this. What is your plan? Why do you need my lessons in advance? Because our lesson curriculum is broad."

Lance thought about it how to answer. He could not just disclose about the ultragenerator. It would entail that Lance had acquired illegal components in attempting to build such powerful equipment. The generator would be rated Masterworks, and such materials used in such rarity were hardly available to the public, especially to a Commoner like him.

"I want to build a generator, perpetual. For my mobile equipment. I am building another project for Doctor Zee. You know the confidentiality, so I can't disclose anything to anyone." Lance responded.

"Hmmm. Are you sure? Generator? That's a bit old school. I mean, generators are usually used in large structures or powering cities or villages. You are going to use it in a mobile robotic equipment?"

"Yes. The equipment needed a high-capacity Energy source for it to function properly."

"We are harnessing air pollution now as one of the newly discovered energy sources. Don't you want to explore that possibility? Or even the use of gravity. Scientists are exploring it now."

"I am sure Doctor Zee has considered the options, Doctor Adamson. And this is what he requires me to build. A generator."

"Ok. Ok. Ok." Adamson released a sigh and he smiled. "I am not supposed to give you these but yeah, why not. For Doctor Zee." Admanson typed something on his wrist hologram and transferred it to Lance. "I will give you references of the things you need to know in building one generator and you can look for them in the Archives.

I've heard you frequented your visits there."

He checked the hologram in his wrist and he got the message from Adamson. He stood up and they shook again and exchanged goodbyes. As Lance walked out of the room, he suddenly felt different, more at ease than before. He had practiced his conversation with Doctor Adamson and it worked, not what he expected but at least he got something substantial. Hopefully.