BIOLOGICAL SUPERCOMPUTER SYSTEM

Chapter 602 The Hummingbird Pharmaceutical (2)

Dr. Wainwright led Erik and Rebecca through the shining corridors of Hummingbird Pharmaceuticals with an enthusiasm that belied his age. The building was a maze of innovation and scientific achievement, with each department a hub of activity and discovery.

First, they arrived at the Research and Development wing. Dr. Wainwright waved his hand expansively, showcasing the state-of-the-art laboratories filled with researchers in white coats, hunched over microscopes and beakers filled with colorful liquids.

“Here in R&D, our brilliant scientists work tirelessly to create new potions, pills, and elixirs,” he explained, his voice filled with pride. “Our goal is to push the boundaries of medicinal alchemy, combining traditional techniques with modern technology.”

Rebecca nodded, her eyes scanning the room, absorbing every detail. Erik’s gaze lingered on the security measures, noting cameras and access points.

Next, they were guided to the Quality Control department. Rows of technicians were methodically testing the products, ensuring that they met the highest standards.

“Quality is paramount to us,” Dr. Wainwright stated his voice firm. “Every potion must pass rigorous testing before it reaches the market. We leave nothing to chance.”

Erik found the old man’s passion for his work infectious, and even he was drawn into the intricate world of potion-making.

They continued on to the Manufacturing wing, where large vats bubbled with mystical concoctions, and assembly lines filled with mechanical precision.

“Mass production without losing the essence of craftsmanship,” Dr. Wainwright declared, his eyes twinkling. “It’s a delicate balance, but one we’ve mastered.”

Rebecca asked thoughtful questions, engaging Dr. Wainwright in discussions about the ethics of alchemical practices and the sustainability of ingredients.

Erik noticed how she skillfully steered the conversation, keeping Dr. Wainwright focused on her while he continued to assess their surroundings.

The tour led them to the Distribution department, where crates were being prepared for shipping worldwide.

“Our reach extends far on the continent,” Dr. Wainwright said, his voice tinged with satisfaction. “From humble roots, we’ve grown to become a leader in the pharmaceutical industry, and that from a border city like this.”

Finally, they reached the Executive Suite, a place of polished wood and plush leather. Dr. Wainwright invited them into his office, offering them seats and refreshments.

“As you can see, Ms. Ravithier, Mr. Kay, we spare no effort in our pursuit of excellence,” he said, settling into his chair. “I hope this tour has given you a glimpse of our commitment to innovation and quality and shed a light on how we operate.”

Rebecca smiled, her eyes sharp and appreciative. “Indeed, Dr. Wainwright, your company’s dedication is evident. I’m sure my mother will be most pleased with what I’ve seen today. As it is clear what kind of company we are going to deal with,” Erik remained silent, his mind working on the next phase of their plan.

Dr. Wainwright seemed satisfied with her reaction; his face was relaxed and content. Little did he know that his guests were not there for business but were searching for information that went far beyond potions and alchemy.

“Dr. Wainwright,” Erik said, his tone casual but his eyes sharp. “Would it be possible for someone to show me the other potions and pills you make here? I’m considering buying some batches for my guild, and I’d like to see what you have to offer.”

The old man’s eyes twinkled at the prospect of even more lucrative business.

“Certainly! I’m glad to hear about your interest in our products. You make us proud of what we are doing. I’ll have someone from the crafting department guide you so that you can have the most comprehensive explanations about the products. It would be an honor to show you our range of potions and pills,” he said, his voice tinged with excitement at the prospect of a potential sale.

He turned to an employee nearby, a middle-aged woman with a professional demeanor, whom he had previously contacted in case such a situation occurred. “Sara, would you please escort Mr. Kay to our sales department? Show him our range of products.”

Sara acknowledged the request with a courteous smile. “Certainly, Dr. Wainwright. Please follow me, sir,” she said with a polite tone.

Erik thanked Dr. Wainwright and followed Sara, casting a quick glance at Rebecca.

As they moved away, Dr. Wainwright turned his attention back to the Fierce Liones’s daughter. The woman’s eyes met Dr. Wainwright’s, a determined glint in her gaze. Now that Erik was free to use his biological supercomputer[1], it was up to her to keep Dr. Wainwright engaged and oblivious to their true intentions.

“So, Dr. Wainwright,” she began, leaning forward slightly. “Tell me more about this new potion you’re developing. My mother is particularly interested in its potential applications.” .

The doctor’s face lit up, eager to discuss the company’s latest creation. He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, and began to expound on the virtues of the new concoction, its unique properties, and potential market.

Meanwhile, Erik’s mind was racing as he followed Sara. He knew he had to act quickly.

Sara led Erik through a series of narrow hallways, filled with the gentle hum of machinery and the faint aroma of medicinal herbs. As they approached the division dedicated to selling the products, she turned to him, her eyes filled with professional curiosity.

“So, what are you particularly interested in?” Sara asked, her voice echoing slightly in the sterile corridor. “We have a wide range of products here, so I’d like to narrow down our options to suit your needs best.”

Erik’s gaze wandered over the spotless environment, and he paused for a moment, considering his reply.

“I’m interested in something that could fasten the healing process,” he finally said, looking back at Sara with an expression of genuine concern. “In our line of work, injuries are a common occurrence. Having access to a potion or pill that can accelerate recovery would be invaluable since finding a healer is not easy and the ones that are available cost a lot of money, especially if they have been trained to fight and have experience in the mercenary field.”

Sara’s eyes sparkled with understanding, and she nodded with a knowing smile. “I see. That’s a common request from those in high-risk professions. We’ve spent years researching and developing products that aid in rapid healing. Let me show you what we have.”

[1] Remember that Erik can’t use the BSC and tells Rebecca he has the data since she would be with him the whole time and she would see he practically did nothing? He separated from her just to use the system without her asking questions. As for the ones asking why he didn’t simply connect to the internet to search for the data, again, Rebecca’s presence is the problem, but aside from that, not all the servers are connected to the internet since it’s clear that hackers may try to break them. It is highly likely, though, that they have an internal network, hence why Erik went there in person.