"First stage separation successful! Second stage ignition is stable! We've breached the exosphere!"Dr. Aris's voice, trembling with sheer hysterical joy, echoed from the control room's loudspeakers. On the giant monitor screen, the flight trajectory graph of the Tengda-1 rocket formed a perfectly arched green curve, orbiting a digital model of the Earth. "Altitude of four hundred kilometers reached! Orbital velocity is stable at 28,000 kilometers per hour!" Harry screamed over the communicator, his voice breaking from crying so hard. "Tengda's quantum communications satellite is prepin' for deployment! Three... two... one... Deployment successful! Solar panels deployed! We got a green signal, Boss! We are officially airborne in low Earth orbit!" The main lobby of the Tengda Experience Center downtown, which was hooked straight into t

 "Boss! Boss Julian! It's an emergency! A massive emergency!"The door to Julian Vance's main office on the top floor of the Tengda Corp building was violently thrown open. Harry, the Head of IT, burst in, gasping heavily for air. His thick glasses slid down to the tip of his nose, and he was clutching three tablets against his chest simultaneously as if they were a shield against the apocalypse.Julian, who was resting his head on his mahogany desk while staring blankly at a bottle of headache medication, let out a soft groan. "Harry... please tell me our servers finally blew up 'cause of an overload. Or even better, tell me that damn satellite we just launched crashed into some space junk and shattered to pieces.""No, Boss! This is a thousand times more epic than just some space junk!" Harry exclaimed, slamming the thre

Under the Riverdale night sky, adorned with a scattering of stars, a giant titanium transmission tower stood towering in the North Port area. The ten-million-dollar tower had been constructed in record time—less than forty-eight hours—consuming almost the entire operational capacity of Borneo—meaning Thorne Logistics—and forcing Hendrik to go without sleep for two days just to procure superconductor components from the European black market.In the newly, hastily renovated main control room, Julian Vance sat in the commander's chair. His right leg bounced at a rapid tempo. He bit his lower lip, staring at the giant countdown screen with the enthusiasm of a little child waiting for fireworks.Ten million dollars burned on an iron pole that sucks up enough electricity to power a whole city, Julian cheered internally. <