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There was a knock at the door, followed by the door sliding open. Chris, Rumi's secretary, had come down to check on his boss, who was currently in the middle of using his nanomachines to solder two small components together before closing the compartment of the device he was working on. Rumi sat down heavily onto a nearby rolling chair and leaned back, massaging his temples. He had been Overclocking his brain for the past few days now, and it the stress of the strain was exhausting him greatly. 

"Sir, perhaps you should take a break," Chris suggested. "Working for this long is taking a toll on your health."

"[color=silver]Don't worry, Chris, I know what I'm doing,[/color]" Rumi tiredly reassured him, dismissing Chris's worries with a wave of his hand. "[color=silver]By my calculations, I can keep this up for at least 2-3 more days, but I don't really need that long. I'm done, anyway.[/color]" 

Chris took a look at what Rumi had been working on, and continued to voice more concerns, "Sir, are you sure it's a good idea to release [i]that[/i] to the world? You of all people should know-" 

"[color=silver]Yes, Chris, I am aware of the risk, but it's one I have to take,[/color]" Rumi said. Rumi was planning on releasing his Microbots, the prototype to his Nanobots, to the world. "[color=silver]They'll be a nice benefit to the world. They can offer great improvement to many different industries, from construction to medicine and so much more. I've also included plenty of safeguards to prevent misuse. If anyone was planning to tamper with or reverse-engineer them with malicious intent, I'd be the first to know, and will act accordingly to disable them.[/color]"

Rumi then voiced, "[color=silver]Pop up Window 436,[/color]" and his table projected a window screen revealing a counter with the number of Microbots in existence. Rolling himself toward a machine with a plexiglass container at the bottom, Rumi slammed a big red button with the bottom of his fist. It then began to hum and glow as a small number of thin metal appendages dropped down and began to whir and buzz, soon creating a new Microbot. The counter on the screen then counted up by one. "[color=silver]I've hardwired these Microbots so they show up immediately as soon as they're created. They won't get past my sensors.[/color]" 

"Even so, there will be many attempts to bypass your safeguards, use them in ways even you haven't anticipated," Chris argued. "I believe you to be the smartest man in this country, if not the entire world, but you're still only one man."

"[color=silver]Not to worry, I thought of that too,[/color]" Rumi said. "[color=silver]Even if someone got a hold of enough microbots to pose a threat, they'd still need enough  power in their brain to be able to move them fast enough. I've already hardwired these Microbots to only be able to move up to 20-25 miles per hour. It'd take someone with serious brainpower, like me for example, to be able to move them any faster, and even then it won't be by much. Maybe an extra ten at most, give or take.[/color]"

Chris was still skeptical, but he could see that Rumi had put a considerable amount of effort into modifying the original prototype to make it safe for commercial use. "I assume the patents and other necessary paperwork are ready, then?" Chris asked. "If your plan of expanding the business is to move forward, then I'm sure..."

"[color=silver]Ehh, the patents, sure. The rest, well, you're more than capable of handling that,[/color]" Rumi responded as he raised a thumbs up. 

"Well, this might be somewhat above my, uh... current paygrade," Chris suggested, a smirk visible on his face.

"[color=silver]Hmph. I suppose that's only fair,[/color]" Rumi said, smiling back. "[color=silver]Fine, I'll make sure you'll get an appropriate raise, but you better do it, Chris.[/color]"

"I won't fail you, sir. Never have in all my time spent with you," Chris smugly said as he walked out the door.

"[color=silver]Yeah, yeah,[/color]" Rumi said.