Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 215

{Is something wrong?}

Athena asked looking at Ethan's expression while he looked at the results of the simulation.

"Not necessarily," He answered, "but the results are a lot more underwhelming than I expected."

{Hmm,} Athena placed a hand on her chin, looking at the simulation before then.

The nanobots were ground breaking, no doubt, but they seemed to be lacking something, not in their design, but in the fact that it wasn't enticing enough to get the big wigs to risk allowing those things into their bodies.

{Why not give them a reason to?}

She suggested, turning back to him and she immediately understood what she meant.

There were two ways to be successful in any venture, either solve a problem, or create a problem to be solved.

Yes, the nanobots solve existing issues and promised a stronger body, there wasn't enough reason for people in actual power to trust a product from a newly established company.

"Let's see how they'll react, shall we?" With that, he started a new simulation.

He brought the panel up again, changed a couple of things and selected specific parts of the world map before him.

They were places with high population, and also places that had lots of movements ensuring whatever he planned will affect most of the world.

Finalizing the parameters, he tapped for it to simulate.

The simulation started accelerating, and within days, a previously unknown cellular degeneration began surfacing in isolated regions.

At first it was dismissed as stress related organ failure, then as a rare autoimmune condition.

But as weeks passed and more patients appeared, so did the panic among people.

The condition didn't kill immediately, that was the key to scaring them even more.

It weakened muscle fibers, degraded neural response times, caused chronic fatigue and sporadic loss of motor control.

It ensured the fear of death properly settle in before it finally claimed you.

{Mortality rate remains low,} Athena noted, scrolling through the projections. {But long term functionality drops below forty percent in ninety days.}

"And conventional treatments?" Ethan asked.

{They're completely ineffective,} She answered, {steroids slow progression by three percent but even that soon becomes useless after a few uses.}

{Gene therapy also fails due to adaptive cellular rejection,} She concluded.

Ethan leaned back slightly.

Fear was far more potent when death wasn't immediate. People could ignore a plague that killed the poor and elderly, since they mostly didn't care about them.

But they couldn't ignore one that targeted all of them and completely stripped them of competence.

He tapped the interface again.

"Now then," he muttered, "let's introduce the solution."

And the results were immediate.

Within hours of simulated release, underground demand spiked. By day three, black market bids exceeded projected GDPs of small nations.

By day five, governments began issuing emergency authorization requests.

{Trust levels jump significantly once desperation exceeds threshold,} Athena said. {Especially among individuals with existing authority.}

Ethan smiled faintly.

"And the success rate?"

{Full cellular repair within forty eight hours. Enhanced baseline performance by twelve percent. Secondary effects include increased stamina, reaction speed and neural clarity.}

But that wasn't the most important part, the most important thing was, "dependency?"

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