Aron sat calmly, but inside he was alert and curious as the Senator explained the presence of Lex Luthor. "Lex Luthor also has an advanced weapon to demonstrate to us," the Senator said, his tone even. "We invited both of you here, and based on what we see today, we will decide whether to invest in your technologies."
Aron nodded thoughtfully. The challenge was clear, and it intrigued him. Lex Luthor was a formidable competitor, known for his intellect and ruthless ambition. Aron smiled politely and gestured toward Luthor. "Since Lex arrived before me, why don't we let him go first?"
The officers exchanged looks and then nodded in agreement. Lex Luthor, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, rose from his seat with a confident smirk. He stepped forward, carrying a sleek metallic case. Placing it on the table, he turned to the audience, his expression filled with anticipation and pride.
"Gentlemen, what I'm about to show you is nothing short of revolutionary," Luthor began, his voice commanding the room's attention. "This technology will give our military the ability to outmaneuver any enemy, anytime, anywhere."
The room fell silent as Luthor unlocked the case and opened it with a flourish. Inside was a compact device, about 15-25 cm long and 7 cm wide, resembling a high-tech robotic unit. It had a sleek, aerodynamic design, with tiny propellers and advanced sensory equipment embedded on its surface.
"This," Luthor declared with an excited pitch, "is a drone. But not just any drone—this is the LX-7, a cutting-edge surveillance and communication unit capable of infiltrating enemy territories undetected. It can gather intelligence, transmit critical messages, and even deliver small payloads if necessary. In essence, it's an entire espionage operation in the palm of your hand."
The officers leaned forward, their curiosity piqued. Aron, watching from the side, felt a surge of excitement mingled with concern. In his mind, he quickly ran through possibilities and technological advancements. He knew Luthor's reputation for innovation, and this drone seemed to be a perfect example of that.
Luthor continued his pitch, detailing the drone's capabilities. "The LX-7 can remain airborne for up to 48 hours, powered by an advanced energy cell. And it has navigation system that allows it to adapt to changing environments, avoiding obstacles and evading detection."
Aron's mind raced. The technology Luthor was showcasing was impressive, no doubt, but he saw potential weaknesses. He noted the size, the weight, and the specific features that could be enhanced or exploited. He thought of his own invention, the weapon that lay in the briefcase on the table. It wasn't just a tool—it was a game-changer, and he needed to prove that his creation could not only match but surpass Luthor's offering.
Luthor finished his presentation with a confident smile, stepping back as the officers murmured among themselves, clearly impressed. "Thank you, Mr. Luthor," Colonel Phillips said.
Colonel Phillips leaned back in his chair, his gaze steady on Luthor. "Mr. Luthor, you've presented a remarkable piece of technology, but we're looking for something more—an advanced weapon that can change the direction of the war. Do you have anything like that?"
Luthor hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for a moment. "Colonel, these drones can be equipped to launch missiles at enemy camps," he replied, his voice lacking its usual assertiveness.
Colonel Phillips raised an eyebrow. "Can you present a demonstration of that capability to us?"
A flicker of panic crossed Luthor's face, but he quickly masked it. "It just needs a few modifications before it can be used for attacking," he said, trying to maintain his composure.
The disappointment in the room was palpable. The officers exchanged looks of frustration, clearly unimpressed by Luthor's inability to deliver on his claims. For all the hype, it seemed he had brought them a prototype that wasn't yet ready for the battlefield.
Sensing an opportunity, Aron decided to step in. "If I may," he said, his voice cutting through the tense silence, "I don't mean to interrupt, but time is of the essence here. We need to act fast."
The officers turned their attention to him, their expressions curious and expectant. Colonel Phillips nodded. "Go ahead, Mr. Aron. Show us what you have."
Luthor stepped back, his jaw tight as he returned to his seat. Aron felt the weight of everyone's eyes on him, but he remained calm and composed. He took a deep breath and approached the table, his hand resting on the briefcase.
"Gentlemen," he began, his voice steady and confident, "what I'm about to show you is not just a weapon but a revolutionary tool designed to change the course of any battle. It's not just about firepower—it's about precision, adaptability, and, most importantly, giving our forces the upper hand."
He unlatched the briefcase and opened it, inside they saw a metallic case .
Aron opened the sleek, metallic case with a deliberate motion, revealing a gun that seemed almost futuristic in its design. The weapon gleamed under the overhead lights, its surface smooth and polished, with an array of intricate mechanisms subtly integrated into its frame. The officers leaned forward, eyes widening in anticipation.
"This," Aron announced with a clear, confident voice, "is the ***Smart Gun***."
There was a moment of silence as everyone took in the sight of the weapon. Its design was sleek and compact, yet powerful, with a high-resolution display embedded in its side and a sophisticated array of sensors along its barrel.
"This Smart Gun is a cutting-edge, multi-caliber firearm that integrates advanced technology to redefine what a weapon can do on the battlefield," Aron continued. "It's not just a gun; it's a complete tactical solution."
He picked up the weapon, holding it up for everyone to see. "The design features an integrated targeting optic system and biometric authentication, ensuring that only authorized personnel can use it. The high-resolution display provides real-time data on ammunition, target distance, and environmental conditions, allowing the operator to make precise decisions in any situation."
The room was captivated, the officers staring in awe at the weapon in Aron's hands. He continued, his voice steady and composed, "This firearm is capable of firing various types of ammunition—standard bullets, tranquilizers for non-lethal engagements, and even explosive rounds for more tactical scenarios. It can automatically adjust its fire rate, spread, and even caliber based on the situation, optimizing performance for maximum effectiveness."
Aron then demonstrated the weapon's flexibility, switching between different ammunition modes with a simple swipe on the display. "For example, if you need to engage targets at a distance, it can switch to a high-caliber, long-range mode with just a touch. If you're in a close-quarters environment, it can switch to a rapid-fire, low-recoil setting for precise engagements."
The officers' eyes widened, and murmurs of astonishment rippled through the room. Colonel Phillips leaned closer, clearly impressed. "And what about targeting? How does it handle multiple threats?"
Aron smiled. "The system can also provide predictive aiming assistance, which means that even in high-stress situations, every shot counts."
He held up the gun, pointing it at a digital target display on the wall. As he aimed, the targeting system activated, scanning the room and locking onto multiple points with pinpoint accuracy. The display on the gun provided detailed information, calculating optimal shot trajectories in real time.
"Imagine this on the battlefield," Aron said, his voice calm but charged with energy. "An operator with this weapon is not just a soldier; he's a one-man tactical unit, capable of adapting to any situation and responding with precision and power."
The room was silent, the officers and officials visibly stunned by the sheer capabilities of the***Smart Gun***. Senator Brandt, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "This is… extraordinary. I've never seen anything like it." While Lex Luthor was also shocked as he never imagined such weapons technology in current era.
Aron nodded, lowering the weapon. "With this technology, our forces won't just be better equipped—they'll be ahead of the curve. This isn't just about firepower; it's about giving our soldiers the tools they need to stay safe and be effective, no matter the circumstances."
General Harrison exchanged a glance with Colonel Phillips, both of them clearly impressed. "We need to see this in action," Harrison said, his tone decisive. "A live demonstration. If it performs as you say, this could be a game-changer."
Aron nodded. "I've already arranged a live demonstration at the training range. I'm confident that what you'll see will exceed your expectations."
As they prepared to move to the range, Aron felt a surge of satisfaction. He had their attention now, and he knew that the next few moments would determine the future of his creation. This was more than just a presentation—it was a chance to prove that his vision could shape the future of his life , and also the war .