Chapter 267 — Questions and Answers
Catherine Halsey stood before her assigned workstation inside Tony Stark's workshop.
The moment she arrived, one thing became immediately obvious.
This was not her laboratory.
The difference wasn't subtle.
Everything about the workstation reflected Tony Stark's approach to engineering and research. The layout was different. The interface was different. Even the way information was organized felt different.
A holographic display floated in front of her, layered with analysis reports, material data, weapon schematics, and simulation controls.
Halsey studied the floating interface carefully.
Even the input methods differed from what she was accustomed to.
Instead of fixed terminals and predefined workflows, the system responded dynamically to gestures, voice commands, and contextual actions. Information expanded, collapsed, and reorganized itself depending on what the user focused on.
Tony had already spent several minutes introducing her to the system.
Not a full tutorial.
Just enough to ensure she could operate it without slowing the evaluation process.
Once she adapted to the controls, she found them surprisingly intuitive.
The system seemed designed to minimize unnecessary steps.
An efficient design philosophy.
Her attention shifted briefly toward another realization.
Jarvis.
Tony had introduced her to the AI earlier.
That alone had confirmed several suspicions.
The workshop wasn't simply AI-assisted.
It was AI-driven.
At a level ONI would classify as highly advanced.
Jarvis wasn't merely following instructions.
It actively participated in research.
It could process analytical tasks independently, simulate outcomes, predict experimental results before physical testing, and reduce the need for repeated trials that would normally consume significant resources.
The savings were obvious.
Less time spent on experimentation.
Fewer materials consumed.
Reduced personnel requirements.
Much of the work could be optimized through predictive modeling.
Halsey showed none of her thoughts outwardly.
But internally, she adjusted her understanding of Tony Stark once again.
This wasn't simply an advanced workshop.
It was a fully integrated research environment where analysis, simulation, and fabrication operated as parts of a single system.
All operating as parts of a single unified system.
A system she had never seen humanity create, not through ONI and not even in her own work.
Her attention returned to the task at hand.
The lasgun model floated inside Jarvis's analysis field.
The model was suspended in midair, surrounded by holographic layers of data.
Without hesitation, Halsey stepped forward.
"Full breakdown."
Jarvis responded immediately.
The weapon separated into its major components: the power cell, emitter assembly, trigger mechanism, casing, and internal structures. Material composition data appeared alongside each part as detailed engineering readouts filled the display.
Halsey barely looked at the model itself.
Her attention went directly to the data.
"Energy output."
A graph appeared instantly.
The discharge curve was stable, consistent, and predictable, with no obvious abnormalities.
"Power cell stability."
A second graph emerged.
The results were similar.
Stable performance.
No irregular spikes.
No signs of instability.
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
Interesting.
"Overcharge simulation."
The workshop began processing the request immediately.
The simulation started running, and results appeared almost at once.
At low overcharge levels, the power cell remained stable.
Moderate overcharge produced minor efficiency losses.
Nothing serious.
Nothing unexpected.
The simulation continued.
The output curve climbed steadily as the charge level increased.
Then the graph spiked sharply.
A warning symbol appeared.
Structural Failure Risk: Imminent Beyond 150% Charge Capacity
Another followed.
Catastrophic Rupture Risk: Sustained Overload Conditions
Halsey studied the results quietly.
Her expression didn't change.
Overcharge vulnerability.
Noted.
Internally, she categorized it as a manageable issue.
The solution seemed straightforward.
Limit energy intake.
Prevent charging beyond safe thresholds.
Simple engineering safeguards.
Not a flaw in the technology itself.
Before she could continue, a voice spoke behind her.
"The overcharging is not a flaw, Dr. Halsey."
She turned.
Gaius had stepped forward.
The giant warrior's gaze rested on the warning indicators.
"What do you mean?"
Gaius looked at the holographic display.
"The lasgun is difficult to detonate accidentally."
That immediately caught her attention.
"Difficult?"
Gaius nodded.
"The power pack is designed to store energy."
His armored finger pointed toward the simulation.
"But in certain situations, a Guardsman can deliberately overload it."
Halsey's focus sharpened.
Even Tony looked intrigued, he hadn't heard that from Gaius when he was explaining the lasgun to him.
Gaius continued.
"A sufficiently overloaded power pack becomes unstable."
The simulation highlighted the rising energy spike.
"Eventually, it detonates."
Silence followed.
For a brief moment, no one spoke.
Then understanding settled in.
Halsey's eyes returned to the holographic power pack.
The system wasn't malfunctioning.
It wasn't failing.
It was operating as intended.
The overload threshold sat far beyond normal operating limits, with multiple safety margins before instability could occur.
A user would have to deliberately force it into that state.
It wasn't a flaw.
It was an emergency feature.
A last resort for a soldier with no other options.
"If capture is imminent," Halsey said slowly, following the logic, "the user can convert the power pack into an improvised explosive."
Gaius inclined his head.
"Correct."
Tony blinked, then looked between them.
"Wait."
He pointed at the holographic display.
"You're telling me the battery doubles as a grenade?"
"A crude description," Gaius replied.
"But accurate."
Tony gave a short, genuine laugh.
"That's actually clever."
Halsey looked back at the lasgun.
The simple weapon had become noticeably more interesting.
Not because of its firepower.
Because of the thinking behind it.
Every component seemed designed around practicality.
Adaptability.
Field use.
Military necessity.
Then another question formed.
She looked toward Tony.
"If I am correct, this technology is from Gaius's universe?"
Tony nodded immediately.
"Indeed."
"It's from Gaius's world."
Halsey's attention shifted fully toward the giant warrior.
For several moments, she simply studied him.
The armor.
The size.
The calmness.
The technology.
Everything about him generated questions.
Questions she wanted answered.
"I would like to know more about you, Gaius."
The giant warrior looked at her.
"What would you like to know, Dr. Halsey?"
"Your world."
She glanced briefly at the lasgun.
"This weapon alone suggests a civilization very different from ours."
A brief pause followed.
Then she looked directly into his eyes.
"And what are you, truly?"
The workshop grew quiet.
Tony immediately became interested.
Not because he lacked the answer.
He already knew.
He knew about the Imperium.
He knew about Gaius's world.
He knew what Gaius was.
Still, he found himself curious.
Not about the answer.
About how Gaius would choose to answer.
Gaius looked at Halsey for several moments.
Then he spoke.
"I am human."
Halsey's eyebrow rose slightly.
The statement sounded almost absurd.
An eleven-foot armored giant stood before her, yet he identified himself as human.
Gaius continued.
"I was born human."
That made her pause.
Born human.
Then altered.
Then changed.
The conclusion formed quickly in her mind.
There had once been a baseline human beneath everything she was seeing now.
That aligned with her earlier assumptions.
But the scale was still difficult to comprehend.
Her thoughts continued in a structured line.
Perhaps his civilization had something comparable to the Spartan Program.
Some form of controlled enhancement.
Yet even that comparison felt insufficient.
The real question remained unanswered.
How far had they gone?
Fragments of earlier discussions returned to her mind.
The Imperium.
Massive military structures.
Countless worlds.
Advanced technologies.
But the process behind it all remained unclear.
Too many missing pieces.
Too many unknowns.
So she asked directly.
"How did you become as you are?"
For a moment, Gaius didn't answer.
Silence settled between them.
Halsey noticed it immediately.
Her curiosity had been moving so quickly that she only now realized he hadn't responded.
"Is it private?"
The question was sincere.
Not challenging.
Simply curious.
Gaius remained silent.
Not because he objected.
Not because he wished to hide it.
The question had drawn him elsewhere.
Into memory.
Into a past he rarely revisited.
Ever since receiving the Emperor's blessing, his memories had become clearer.
Fragments that had once been distant had returned.
He remembered being human before becoming an Astartes.
He remembered pieces of his life.
He even knew he had possessed another life before that.
A peaceful world.
A world surprisingly similar to Tony Stark's Earth.
But those memories remained blurred.
Distant.
Difficult to fully grasp.
The memories that followed were easier to recall.
He remembered awakening within his own universe.
He remembered what followed.
The experiments.
The surgeries.
The transformation.
The process of becoming something more.
When he finally spoke, his voice remained steady.
"I am an Astartes."
The unfamiliar word lingered in the air.
Then he continued.
"A human who went through surgeries to become a Primaris Astartes."
Halsey never looked away.
Astartes.
The word repeated itself inside her mind.
Astartes.
Not Spartan.
Something else entirely.
Something larger.
"What kind of surgery made you like that?"
Before Gaius could answer, Tony spoke.
"Dr. Halsey."
He straightened slightly, not harsh, but firm enough to redirect the moment.
His hand gestured across the workshop.
Holographic displays continued to update in steady motion. Analysis streams, simulation outputs, and material reports cycled through the air while Jarvis maintained continuous processing in the background.
The system never stopped working.
"We're still in the middle of the exchange process," Tony said.
Halsey looked toward him.
Tony continued.
"The lasgun still needs to be fully evaluated, especially its power cell."
He gestured toward the active displays.
"And we still need a proper report for ONI."
A brief pause.
His tone eased slightly, but the boundary remained clear.
"If we start going into history and origins now, we're going to lose focus on the actual technical assessment."
He looked directly at her.
"Right now, the weapon is the priority."
A glance toward Gaius.
"Not the story of the man holding it."
Halsey held his gaze for a moment.
Then she gave a small nod.
No argument.
The reasoning was sound.
Tony continued.
"You'll get your answers."
Another brief pause.
"Just not at the expense of what we came here to do."
He turned slightly back toward the workstation.
"Let's finish the evaluation first. Then we open everything else."
The implication was clear.
Complete the assessment first.
Then move on to everything else.
Halsey accepted the logic.
Her curiosity hadn't diminished. If anything, it had only grown stronger.
Astartes.
Primaris Astartes.
Born human, then altered through extensive surgical augmentation.
The questions remained.
Many of them.
But the answers could wait.
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PS: And the real question is… what could ONI or the UNSC possibly put on the table in exchange for lasgun technology?
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