After getting his heart trampled on in the game of love, Mr. Perez found himself fueled by a rare surge of ambition, boldly declaring his intent to dive into the world of entrepreneurship.
His parents were over the moon with pride, immediately pledging their full support. That was until Devin laid out his grand plan for cyber pets and nonchalantly asked for a cool billion dollars to get things off the ground.
His dad was up and out of his seat in a flash, mumbling something about a meeting. His mom, not to be outdone, whipped out her phone and made her escape under the guise of arranging a tea date with Penelope.
Devin then shifted his eyes to the only family member left in the room, Hubert, who couldn't make a quick getaway due to his age.
With a befuddled look, Hubert asked, "What kind of dog costs that much?"
In the end, Devin managed to secure four hundred million from Hubert who wanted Devin to be happy in his unconditional adoration. An additional sixty percent of the investment came from Curtis. Curtis, generous but not easily blinded like Hubert, demanded a solid business plan in exchange for his investment.
Three months flew by, and Devin was back with his team and a detailed presentation for his angel investors.
"Our bionic quadruped robot will be equipped with thirty-six micro motors to achieve high-intensity, precise movements, closely mimicking a real dog," Devin began, his team nodding along. "Its vision, hearing, and touch will be powered by seventy-two sensors, twelve cameras, and ultrasonic radar. It'll have facial and voice recognition. We're throwing in an Al processor to read human emotions and respond accordingly.
In layman's terms, it'll cuddle you when you're sad, wag its tail when you're happy, do backflips when you wanna play, and stay quiet when you're busy. Plus, it won't make a mess or, you know."
Devin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "Can we introduce something else, please?"
The team's lead engineer zipped his lips, apologizing to Mr. Perez with a sheepish grin.
The sun was blazing that August day, casting a noble simplicity over Curtis, who sat with his back to the window.
Devin, hopeful, asked, "So, what do you think?"
Curtis was unreadable. "It's imaginative," he finally said.
Unsure, Devin pressed, "Is that a compliment?"
"Yes, I'm praising your bravery to dream big," Curtis replied dryly, adding, "Thirty-six micro motors for a dog? Why not just arm it and send it to space to fight aliens?" Devin was speechless.
The young engineers filled with imagination fell silent.
The prototype on the table, lively and playful, suddenly seemed to embody the innocence and folly of their ambition.
It wobbled around before crashing into a water glass in front of Curtis, performing an accidental backflip, its foot landing in the glass.
Devin had always been fascinated with model mechanics. Though cyber pets seemed like a far-fetched idea, the frontier of robotics and Al held boundless potential.
After a moment of jesting, Curtis grudgingly admitted, "The business plan's not bad. Keep it up."
The engineers beamed with gratitude, thanking Curtis as they gathered their things.
Before they could leave, Curtis stopped them, nodding towards the prototype, "Take your little project with you."
The curly-haired engineer scooped up the robot dog as the rest filed out.
Devin lingered, rolling his chair closer to Curtis.
"Bro, what's really going on with you and Leanne?" Devin asked, recalling the shock and disbelief when he first heard rumors of their separation, which led to an unfortunate misunderstanding and a brawl.
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