Before Turf was a warrior of steel, before the name Neuro Titan echoed across the world, there was his father—a man of vision, power, and wealth. He was not a poor worker in a small garage; he was one of the most respected engineers at Dynamo Car Company, a titan of the auto world in the year 2058.The family was rich. Tarus grew up in a mansion on the edge of London, surrounded by shining cars and polished marble floors. The garage was not a dusty shack—it was a hall of gleaming machines, rare models, and prototypes that his father helped design. To the world, his father was a symbol of success: a man who rose to the top of Dynamo, who enjoyed wealth, power, and respect.But behind the walls of Dynamo, cracks were growing.The company was no longer the dream it once was. It had started as a symbol of progress, building cars that inspired the world. But greed had taken root. Executives wanted to cut costs, even if it meant ignoring safety. They wanted cars that looked powerful, but hid dangerous flaws. They wanted profits at any cost.Turf's father discovered the truth.In a vast glass boardroom at Dynamo's headquarters, he stood before the directors, his reports glowing across the digital screens.
Father: "These engines are unstable. If you push them to market, they will fail. They will cause fires, crashes, deaths. I cannot approve this."
The room shifted uneasily. Some executives whispered. But the CEO, a sharp-eyed man who ruled Dynamo like a king, leaned forward.
CEO: "Our customers do not want safety lectures. They want speed. They want power. They want style. If a few engines fail, the market will forget. We will be richer, faster, stronger than our rivals."
His father's hands shook with rage.
Father: "You speak of money as if it can replace lives! A car is not only a machine—it is trust. Families step into these vehicles. Children. Parents. People who believe in our name. And you would betray them for numbers on a screen?"
The CEO's voice turned cold.
CEO: "You are paid to build what we tell you to build. Do your job, or leave. Dynamo is bigger than one man."
The argument exploded. Executives shouted, some supporting the father, others mocking him. Chairs scraped, hands slammed the table. The father's voice thundered above them all.
Father: "If this is progress, then it is rotten. If this is the future of Dynamo, then I will not be part of it."
Silence fell for a moment. His words echoed through the glass halls. Then, slowly, he picked up his briefcase, straightened his coat, and walked out of the boardroom.
That day, he resigned from Dynamo Car Company.
At home:
Tarus:Father you came soon today.
Elia:Yes,why?
Pearce:I....resigned.
Mia:What?
Pearce:They are just making a metal door and body,they are just working for profit,not for people's safety.
Mia:You did the right thing.
Elia:What are you going to do now.
Tarus:We both are going to bring up a company which is fully opposite to Dynamo.We should prove the power of Mr.Pearce.
Pearce:Yes!Son never forget this.Cars are not just metal,they are trust,once if you break the trust you lose everything.
For young Tarus,the words burned like fire in his mind.Surrounded by wealth and fast cars,he learned not only to love engines,to respect other's safety.Suddenly Elia and Mia went out.Both took hammer and started to destroy the shining Dynamo cars which was kept for showcase and called tow truck for clearing it.The family was still rich—his years of service had already made them powerful. But his father never returned to the company. He spent his time teaching Tarus about machines, about engines, about the true meaning of building something that could carry lives safely.