The Industrialist

Chapter 57: Presentation

The air of uncertainty filled the atmosphere. Whatever happens, he must find a way to make his invention passable by the Awards Committee. Jaqi may not be of help.

He assessed that she could be the worst among the panelists as she needed to show her fellow panelists that she deserved the seat.

He hoped it otherwise.

At first, before he could say anything, a sharp discomfort had filled his throat. It was dry. In addition, he felt his stomach rumbled inside like he was hungry.

Well, he was hungry.

He never had his breakfast as being full would diminish his cognitive activity. As food was digested in his digestive tract, blood flows towards the area reducing the blood supply and oxygen towards his brain, thus, reducing the supplement to the brain’s optimal function.

But he needed to start anyway, in any form he could.

His voice made him concerned, it could be awkward at first and would portray a negative first impression.

Instead, he made a curt bow just to delay freezing moments.

Without uttering a word, he took out four spherical prototypes from his knapsack, activated them each, and placed them in the water tank placed at the center of the room.

They floated.

’Ok, what’s next?’ he thought.

"Lance Berkley, do not break protocol. Before you perform the functionality of your prototype, you need to give us an overview first," Dr. Zee said. He was the lead Panelist.

Lance halted and listened.

He felt the involuntary shivering behind his skull. It might be because of Jaqi’s presence that he felt so weird. He felt unprepared despite his weeks of practice.

Simulating his lines alone in his room for weeks every time he had the time to linger inside his apartment. After he tended his Aiveez nursery production in his room, he would review his RoFlo presentation.

He straightened his voice, smoothened his clothes, and started to speak.

"Greetings, most honored Committee..." his voice was hoarse. "Ahem... I called this project, RoFlo."

"Don’t be nervous, Lance Berkley. You did well on your last defense. This should be a walk in the park," said Mister Tanaka.

Lance nodded and squinted at Jaqi. She winked.

"RoFlo... or Robotic Floating Device for Waste Water Pollution Control," he found his momentum. He found courage. That smile could launch a thousand projects, he thought.

Only the pathogen removal by Tyllrium and water softening by salt would be left in the process.

"Ok, Lance. It’s a good introduction," Doctor Zee interjected. "We already know where you are going with this. This is an important project. Before we will scrutinize your schematic designs and material compositions, show us first how they work. We are baffled with the result that this may present."

"Thanks, Doctor Zee," Lance responded. "This water tank consists of 1000 liters of clean water. This represents the aerobic tank that we have in our WWMDs (Wastewater Management Department) in inland sectors. And I have four of my RoFlo floating on the water. Lance took out the prepared gallons of F.O.G. (Fats, Oil, and Grease) and poured them inside the tank.

Filling the tank with blackish pollution, Jaqi questioned. She also studied water pollution for his ShowerSmart project.

"Can you elaborate on the composition of your F.O.G. for us to appreciate your project’s effectiveness?" Jaqi asked.

It was a good question that Lance forgot to mention to them.

"Well, it is 40% Chopped food waste, 20% of mud, and 40% of human urine," Lance said.

Jaqi nodded and Lance proceeded with the presentation.

The blackish liquid now filled the clean water, gradually invading the colorless portions with pollution.

"The volume I poured in the water tank represents the 10% of water pollution in the tank, granting the 90% of it was already addressed by the conventional treatments. Activating the RoFlo, now!"

Lance remote-controlled them and the four floating metallic balls hissed, releasing fine thread-like strands, like tentacles invading the space in the water tank.

The black minuscule specks that mixed with clear water were drawn towards the tentacles gradually.

"Based on my experimental runs, this device would collect all minute solid pollutants in the water for about 30 minutes," Lance explained.

The panelists were awed with what they saw. The tentacles somewhat served as magnets to the black specks, harvesting them portion by portion in the water.

They observed great progress for around 10 minutes. The water became clearer.

"It’s a great progress, Lance Berkley. What is your current rank again?" Mister Tanaka questioned.

It was not yet the official questions that they would grill the presenter. They were just awed with the progress after which the true war would ensue.

"Scrapper level 2, Mr. Tanaka," Lance responded.

A pleased expression filled Tanaka’s face.

"Ok. While we wait for 30 minutes, let’s give him our official questions first," Doctor Zee said.

Then the true war began.