The tension in the conference hall hadn't faded since Henry's bold declaration. Two lifelike Humajiyas stood silently among the audience—proof that the impossible was real. Yet Justin Hammer, unwilling to swallow his pride, leaned forward again, his voice cutting through the hum of conversation.
> "If you're so confident," he sneered, "then have your miracle machines step up here. Let's all see if they're as magical as you claim!"
The crowd stirred. Cameras lifted. The moment smelled of challenge—and Henry never walked away from those.
He didn't frown. He didn't flinch. Instead, he smiled.
" You want a demonstration?" he said lightly, snapping his fingers. " Then let's give you one."
He touched the slim comm link in his ear.
"Izzy, release the occupational keys for the two Humajiyas."
> "Understood, President," came Izzy's calm, melodic voice. Her eyes flashed pale blue where she sat in the audience. Within seconds her consciousness dived through the Vanderbuilt Satellite's control network, unlocking the encrypted sequence that governed the field units' dormant modes.
---
Inside the hall, the impossible began to move.
The two security guards flanking the central aisle stiffened. The sound came first—a low ka-ka-ka of shifting servos—and then their pupils flashed crimson.
The murmurs stopped. Every head turned.
A heartbeat later—bang!—their human clothes tore apart at the seams as sleek synthetic plating expanded underneath. Limbs unfolded with hydraulic grace; the false flesh peeled away to reveal the unmistakable chrome of Humajiya units.
The two machines stepped forward, each stride smooth, symmetrical, alive.
Henry gestured toward them.
> "Ladies and gentlemen," he said quietly, "meet the Humajiya."
---
A hush fell again.
Even the air-conditioning seemed to hold its breath.
Half a year ago, Henry had broken every barrier that had once made this scene impossible—core-power containment, cognitive stability, data compression, neural-link latency. He'd spent months releasing early versions into society under disguise, letting them live, work, and learn alongside people. Every smile, every hesitation, every emotional cue had been recorded and refined.
And now, standing under the stage lights, the results of that evolution gleamed before the world.
" Incredible…" whispered someone in the front row.
" They're real."
" He actually built them."
Shock turned to applause, then to frantic whispers.
Tony Stark shot to his feet, eyes narrowing, his mind already dissecting the engineering. The armor of disbelief cracked into reluctant admiration.
That AI—those servo responses… he's five years ahead, Tony thought grimly.
Even General Ross leaned forward, voice low. "If these are deployable, they change recruitment models completely."
Meanwhile, Justin Hammer, the instigator of the challenge, stared in open disbelief. The confidence on his face curdled. "No… no, that can't be right," he muttered. "He planted them here…"
Henry smiled faintly, the predator who'd drawn his prey into checkmate.
---
> "As you can see," he continued, "these are active Humajiya units, standard security models.
And since President Hammer doubts their authenticity…"—he turned, eyes glinting—"why not join me on stage and test them yourself?"
Laughter rippled through the audience.
Hammer paled. "Me?"
"You wanted proof," Henry said pleasantly. " Now you can have it first-hand."
He'd walked into his own trap, and everyone knew it. Backing down would mean humiliation. Going forward might mean worse. After a few seconds of suffocating silence, Justin forced a shaky grin and rose.
" Of course! Always happy to support the scientific method."
The crowd chuckled as he climbed the steps, sweat shining faintly at his temple.
---
Henry turned back to the audience.
> "Currently, Vanderbuilt Technologies has produced six base-form Humajiya models," he explained. "The two beside me are from the security line. But the key to our system isn't the frame—it's the Professional Key."
He held up a small rectangular device—a data module the size of a cassette, glinting under the lights.
> "Each key stores a complete occupational package: medical, engineering, logistics, education, and so on. When slotted, the Humajiya instantly loads years of expertise—a walking specialist ready for deployment."
The crowd leaned in as Henry pressed the key against a port behind the android's ear.
[Ding — Physician Data Accessing …]
[Physician Humajiya Activated.]
A surge of white light cascaded down the android's frame. The metallic sheen softened into the pristine white of a doctor's coat; facial micro-projectors shimmered to life, adding subtle human texture. In seconds, the security droid had transformed into a medical professional.
The hall erupted again.
" That's not a hologram," Tony whispered, scanning with his smart-lens. " That's full material morphing—solid structure rearrangement."
He couldn't hide the flicker of disbelief in his tone.
The Doctor-Type Humajiya lifted her gaze, eyes luminous yet warm. After a brief scan of the room, she focused on Henry.
> "Mr. President," she said gently, "is there a patient requiring treatment?"
" Why yes," Henry replied smoothly, turning toward Justin Hammer.
" Our guest here volunteered for a check-up."
Hammer blinked. " Wait, what—no, my health is fine, I don't—"
Before he could finish, the Humajiya's eyes glowed blue as a scanning beam washed over him from head to toe.
> "Scan complete," she said calmly.
" Summary report: twelve minor physiological anomalies detected. The most concerning is… renal insufficiency."
The hall went silent.
Then she added with impeccable bedside sincerity:
> " Recommendation: reduce excessive sexual activity. Continued strain may lead to multiple organ issues. Dietary balance advised. For immediate improvement, I suggest—" she paused delicately—" purchasing supplementary enhancement tablets."
The words landed like a grenade.
For half a second, nobody moved.
Then—the audience burst into laughter.
Laughter loud enough to shake the chandeliers.
Executives wiped tears from their eyes. Soldiers tried and failed to keep straight faces. Even General Ross coughed into his fist to hide a smirk.
" You—You can't—!" Justin stammered, his face turning crimson. " That's… confidential medical information!"
The Humajiya tilted her head innocently.
> " Apologies, patient privacy protocol disabled for public demonstration."
The laughter doubled.
Tony Stark chuckled outright. " Guess the robot knows bedside honesty."
Red-faced and fuming, Justin Hammer glared daggers at Henry. " You planned this!"
Henry's smile never wavered.
> " Of course not. You requested a demonstration. I only obliged."
Unable to endure another second of mockery, Hammer stormed off the stage, nearly tripping over a cable as reporters snapped photos. The laughter followed him all the way to the exit.
Henry watched him go, eyes glinting coldly.
So much for the self-proclaimed rival of Stark Industries, he thought. A jumping-beam joker, and nothing more.
---
When the amusement finally settled, Henry addressed the audience again, voice measured but commanding.
> " The Humajiya's professionalism depends entirely on the data inserted. With one key, it becomes a physician. With another, a teacher. With the next—an engineer, a pilot, or a field medic. The body adapts, but the mind evolves. That," he paused, " is what makes them more than machines."
He gestured toward the Humajiya beside him, still standing serenely in her doctor's form.
> " Our goal isn't just automation. It's augmentation of humanity itself."
Applause rose again—thunderous this time, genuine and sustained.
In the audience, Tony folded his arms, a faint smile crossing his face despite himself. " You've got guts, kid," he murmured. " And maybe… the future."
General Ross whispered to his aide: " Put Vanderbuilt Technologies at the top of the review list. I want a full evaluation."
High above the stage, media drones hovered like silent birds, streaming Henry's calm face to every major news outlet in the world.
Down below, Izzy hid a tiny smile as she monitored the feed. The data graphs scrolling beside her showed exactly what she wanted to see: government interest — maximized. Public confidence — skyrocketing. Competitor credibility — bleeding out.
Everything had gone perfectly.
Henry took one final look at the crowd, his expression unreadable but victorious.
> " And that concludes our demonstration," he said softly.
" The age of Humajiya… has only just begun."
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