The laughter and chatter around the table began to fill the cabin again as Matilda and Lena rejoined the group, settling on the couches with blankets draped across their legs. The TV screen flickered to life with an Indian movie, colors vibrant, the soundtrack a mix of tabla drums and soaring vocals. The room softened; even the hum of the engines seemed to synchronize with the rhythm of the music.Emily leaned forward, eyes bright. “Okay… I didn’t expect this, but the cinematography is stunning.”Lena nudged Matilda. “See? I told you this would be better than nature cats.”Matilda smirked. “I just hope the plot’s not a snooze.”Jackson, however, didn’t look impressed. He crossed his arms, slumping slightly in his chair. “I’ll pass on Bollywood melodrama. I’ve got Skull Island queued up on my phone.”Jack raised an eyebrow, noticing his son’s sullen posture. “That’s… one way to unwind.”“I’m serious,” Jackson muttered, tapping his DragonTech phone. The screen came alive with exploding

Jackson’s eyes glimmered with anticipation as his DragonTech smartphone screen loaded the next movie: Titan’s Fury. The title itself promised colossal monsters, catastrophic battles, and survival against impossible odds. The first scene erupted in a thunderous roar as a towering reptilian beast smashed through a shattered cityscape, fire and debris raining around it. Jackson’s breath caught, and he gripped his phone tighter.“Dad,” he called, not taking his eyes off the screen, “this is another one like Skull Island, right? Those creatures—they’re real, aren’t they?”Jack leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching the glowing reflection of Jackson’s phone in the dim cabin light. “Real? Not in the literal sense. Titan’s Fury is pure fiction. But they’re inspired by prehistoric and speculative creatures—dinosaurs, kaiju, even some mutated animals that exist only in imagination.”Jackson tilted his head, curiosity flaring. “So none of this could actually happen? No real giant monst

Jackson’s DragonTech smartphone flickered back to life, the buffering symbol disappearing as Superman’s fist collided against Batman’s armored shield with a metallic crack that echoed through the tiny speakers. Sparks burst across the screen, the rain of Gotham cascading in digital glory. Jackson let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.“Finally,” he muttered, clutching the phone tighter.Jack Parker, seated across the cabin with his arms folded, tilted his head with the faintest of smiles. He had been watching his son far more than the movie. The way Jackson leaned forward, how his eyes glimmered at every scene, told him the film wasn’t just entertainment—it was a reflection of something deeper.Jackson glanced up at his father, his voice barely above the sound of the cinematic clash.“Dad… I think Superman’s my favorite.”Jack raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly. “Superman, huh? Why him?”“Because…” Jackson hesitated, searching for the right words. “Because h

DragonCom later released the video feed across Jack’s DragonTech plasma screen, its surface glowing with crisp clarity. The logo of the Dragon Corporation shimmered before fading into live visuals: every city, every network, every corner of Jack’s empire alive and seemingly undisturbed.The first frame opened on Harmonfield. Towering spires gleamed in the artificial sunlight projected from orbital mirrors, their glass and steel reflecting the brilliance of an orderly city. Hover-rails curved across districts, transports gliding without a single delay. People filled the walkways, heads lifted, shoulders unburdened. Harmonfield was thriving—nothing out of place.Jackson leaned closer, wide-eyed. “It looks… perfect.”Jack watched with calm intensity, his arms crossed. “It’s how it should be.”The feed shifted. The floating cities suspended by magnetic anchors—Reidsville’s domes shimmering against a painted dawn. The communities of Redmond bustling with new construction. Richmond’s underw

Jackson didn’t wait for an answer. He returned to the plasma screen, scrolling quickly through the DragonCom library as if the next hero could provide a definitive answer to his swirling questions. Jack followed more slowly, leaning against the couch arm, arms crossed, a faint smile tugging at his lips.“Alright,” Jackson said finally, selecting a new title. Iron Man. “Let’s see if he’s smarter or stronger. Or both. I need to figure this out.”Jack shook his head, amusement hidden behind a layer of patience. “You’re trying to solve superhero physics again, aren’t you?”Jackson’s eyes didn’t leave the screen. “It’s strategy. And powers. And… character. All important.”“Mm-hm,” Jack said, settling beside him again. “Go ahead. Analyze him.”The screen flared to life. Iron Man’s first armored flight lit the cabin with sparks and reflections. Jackson leaned forward, almost holding his breath as the cinematic sequence unfolded—the arc reactor glowing in his chest, the suit’s hydraulics hiss