The clink of glasses lingered for only a moment before Emily stepped away from the Pavilion’s lounge, her mind already weaving new pathways. Jack watched her go—focused, unyielding, determined. Sarah leaned on the balcony beside him, her eyes still on the glowing global data display."You see it happening, don’t you?" she asked.Jack nodded. "We just lit the fuse. Now comes the real fire."Emily didn’t sleep for the next seventy-two hours. Not out of exhaustion, but evolution.At DragonUnity’s new global center in Nairobi, she stood in front of the largest table of thought leaders ever assembled. Tech innovators from India, tribal leaders from the Amazon, Black community organizers from Detroit, human rights architects from Cape Town, and reformists from Beijing.She addressed them plainly, without grandeur."We cannot end poverty," Emily said, "without dismantling the systems that make people believe their worth is inherited."A woman in a bright Ankara suit leaned forward. "Are you

The tribal drum echoed once more—then silence. The Arizona wind stirred the red dust as Jack, Emily, and Sarah sat atop their donkeys under the wide, sacred sky. The world was changing, and they were the ones turning the pages.Two weeks later, the next page turned.Dragon IQ was launched with the same quiet confidence as DragonExplore. No global ads. No public spectacle. Just a single message sent from Jack Parker’s direct channel to every research lab, think tank, and institution around the world:"Knowledge is our last frontier. Let us cross it together."Under Dragon Corporation’s newest division, Dragon IQ would not simply fund science—it would liberate it.Jack committed $2 trillion to the project, pulling resources from Dragon Core and rerouting military-grade computing power to civil research sectors."You can't call it progress if it's locked behind a patent," Jack said to a crowd of stunned physicists in Geneva. "From now on, truth belongs to everyone."Emily was appointed a

Next two days, They traveled to New York directly to the laboratory floor in New York City buzzed like a living organism. Holograms hovered in mid-air, quantum matrices pulsed across curved screens, and robotic arms glided over glass tables, assembling components invisible to the naked eye. Yet amidst all the brilliance, a quiet, almost sacred tension lingered.Emily stood before the central interface, fingertips brushing translucent controls. A strand of hair slipped from her bun as she leaned in, eyes scanning the newest readouts from DragonCom’s atmospheric feedback loop.Behind her, Jack Parker stood still, his presence grounding the storm of technology around them. He'd changed since the Dragon Temple. The confidence was still there, but quieter now—like a lion at rest."So," Jack said, finally breaking the silence. "How close are we?"Emily tapped a final command. The room dimmed, and one seamless network lit up: DragonTech, DragonCom, Dragon IQ—systems born from war, refined by

The auroras still danced above Harmonfield’s skyline, painting silent waves of green, blue, and violet across the darkened sky as Emily leaned against the rail of the eco-platform. Below, the rhythmic hum of the wetland purification system echoed—a symphony of technology and nature working in tandem, breathing clean life into the reborn city.Jack stood beside her, arms crossed, eyes reflecting the lightshow above them. The silence between them wasn’t awkward. It was reverent.“It still feels fragile,” Emily said quietly, brushing a strand of wind-tossed hair from her cheek.Jack nodded. “Maybe that’s what makes it precious.”A chime sounded from his DragonComm implant. Jack tapped it with a subtle gesture. A thin blue interface hovered mid-air, its light flickering gently."DragonJet Station 03 just confirmed it. The jump gate stabilized. We’re ready."Emily’s breath caught mid-thought. She turned to face him.They had worked for months, enduring impossible setbacks, reimagining prop

The sky over Mars shimmered with soft twilight as the lanterns from the dome gardens flickered upward like messages to the stars. Below, Emily and Jack stood still, breathing in the silence not of stillness, but of hope. The transmission to Earth had changed everything. But it was only the beginning. Two days later, back in the MetaDRAGON command bay, the signal returned. Emily stared at the hovering matrix of lights above her, her expression calm but alert. "It's responding again. But the signal isn’t just temporal now… it’s neural." Sarah leaned in from the side console. "Neural? As in—mind activity?" Jack nodded slowly, tapping the data flow. "Not just any mind activity. This… is a bridge. Between consciousnesses. Ours. Theirs." The lab fell into silence as the revelation settled. Emily’s lips parted slightly, awed. "We’re not just observing the signal. It’s observing us. Feeling us." Jack turned to the team. "We're initiating Project Helix. The next phase. Consciousne