"Thank you. Though I should mention—this is a prototype. Version 1.0. There's room for improvement. The warp drive is untested. The weapons systems haven't been fired. The stealth coating might have vulnerabilities I haven't discovered. But it's functional. Operational. Ready for use."
"How many of these have you built?"
"Just this one. I wanted your approval before mass production. But if you're satisfied with the design, we can manufacture more. The Mark IIIs can produce one complete spacecraft every six hours."
Four ships per day. A hundred per month. Orion's mind raced with possibilities.
"We'll discuss mass production later. For now, this is perfect. What did you name it?"
Rene smiled. "I was hoping you'd choose a name."
Orion thought for a moment. Looked around the bridge. This ship represented everything they'd accomplished. Fusion power. Graviton manipulation. Advanced materials. Stealth technology. Weapons. Warp drive. A synthesis of impossible technologies.
