The morning was buzzing with excitement as journalists hurried inside the press release room, their cameras flashing as they went. It was clear this was a big day for Metacortex. The seats were filling fast, and people whispered to each other about what might be revealed.
Meanwhile, outside, Claudia Wright's car rolled up to the entrance. The driver stepped out, opening the door for her. Claudia, dressed in a sleek black dress that screamed “CEO in charge,” stepped out, looking both confident and calm. She paused for a moment, taking in the scene, then made her way inside the building.
Backstage, Claire Peterson was getting ready, fiddling with her clip-on mic. The director, a man who always seemed to be waving his hands around dramatically, motioned to her. "Claire, you're up!" he whispered in an overly intense way as if she hadn’t noticed.
Claire took a deep breath and straightened her white pantsuit. She wasn’t exactly the type to enjoy public speaking, but today was important. She stepped out onto the stage, her bright camera-ready smile in full force, and waved at the people in the room.
The clapping started almost immediately, a sea of hands coming together in support. Claire nodded and waited patiently for the noise to die down. As soon as it did, she adjusted her mic, leaning slightly forward.
“Good morning, everyone! Thanks so much for being here,” she began, her voice smooth. "I know, I know. Some of you are probably surprised to see me up here. Usually, I’m the type to stay behind a desk, not give speeches.” The audience chuckled. She was right. Claire was more of a behind-the-scenes person, and they knew it.
Claire smiled at the reaction, letting the laughter die down before continuing. “But, my very trusted colleague, Jack Wilson,” she gestured toward a man sitting in the front row, and the spotlight dramatically swung toward him, “thought it was about time I stepped into the spotlight—literally.” The crowd clapped again, and Jack gave a sheepish wave.
“So, Jack suggested this press release,” Claire went on, giving him a side-eye with a teasing smile. “And I thought, ‘Why? What’s the big deal?’ And Jack said, ‘Well, Claire, we don’t want anyone stealing your ideas.’” She paused, eyes scanning the room. “And I thought, you know, he’s got a point. No one would dare steal my ideas, right?” She joked, raising an eyebrow.
The crowd chuckled again. Claire’s playful tone kept things light, but there was a sharp edge to the joke that didn’t go unnoticed by some.
Frank and Robert, sitting toward the back, exchanged a glance. Claire's comment had felt a bit too close to home. They both knew the under-the-radar competition between Venus AMD and Metacortex, but it seemed Claire wasn’t about to play nice today.
“Anyway,” Claire continued, “I figured, better safe than sorry, right? So here we are. And today, I’m excited to reveal something we’ve been working on for the past few months. It’s a project that honestly came out of nowhere for me, but Mr. Alexander Harris trusted me with it, and well, when the boss trusts you, you kinda have to run with it.” She grinned, and the crowd responded with a few knowing nods.
Everyone understood the pressure of pleasing a big boss.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Claire said, taking a deep breath for dramatic effect, “I’m proud to introduce you to the Metacortex Robo.” With a smooth motion, the curtain behind her lifted, revealing her team standing next to a sleek, humanoid robot. The room buzzed with excitement, and cameras clicked rapidly.
“This,” Claire said, pointing to the robot, “is the future of hospitality. Our robot will be welcoming guests at Mr. Harris’s new hotel in Vegas. It’s designed to assist with everything a guest might need—directions, recommendations, you name it, it can do it.”
The robot, as if on cue, flashed a digital smiley face, and the crowd erupted in laughter. Claire couldn’t help but smile too. The little detail had been her idea, and it was already winning people over.
“And don’t worry,” Claire continued, “this isn’t some rogue AI that’s going to take over the world. We’ve got it under constant surveillance, and with our Cortex 2.0 system, it’s completely secure from hacks or errors. Oh, and it’s also water-resistant.” She gave the robot a playful pat, and the crowd chuckled again.
Feeling the moment was right, Claire decided to show off a bit. “Let’s give it a test, shall we?” She turned to the robot and asked, “Can you tell me the fastest route to Metacortex headquarters?”
The robot whirred to life, its smooth voice responding, “The fastest route is via the main highway, estimated travel time, 45 minutes depending on traffic.”
Claire turned back to the audience with a ‘see what I mean?’ expression, and they erupted into excited murmurs. She loved this part—the reveal, the reaction, the buzz in the air. It was everything she’d hoped for.
“To assure your worry once more—no, the robots are not going to take over the human race,” Claire joked, raising her hands in mock surrender. “We’re keeping them in line.” The robot, not missing a beat, replied, “World domination has been postponed to next year,” and the crowd roared with laughter.
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