Chapter 43: Launch Day: Final
Sentinel had just proven itself above anything available currently in the market and it has gotten some investors excited in getting a piece of this innovative pie.
At this point, the launch presentation was all but over.
But just as previously, there were still some who doubted whether all this was just a farce and one of them raised a pen, pulling Lillian’s attention.
Her eyes landed on the journalist as he stood, pen in one hand and a notepad in the other.
He looked to be in his mid-thirties, blazer with a magazine logo on the lapel. Pinned on the chest area of his blazer was his badge.
"Yes?" Lillian asked, in a calm tone.
"Evan Brooks from TechVerse Weekly." He spoke with the ease of someone who’d done this more times than he could count.
"What we just saw was... impressive, no doubt. But how can we be sure this wasn’t a controlled demonstration? Maybe pre-scripted stunt to paint Sentinel as some miracle software after staging its own failure?"
A wave of murmurs rose again in the crowd, some nodding in agreement. Although they had seen the code transforming, there was basically no proof that the attack ever happened besides a boot up that froze for a couple of minutes.
For all they knew, this could all just be a stunt meant to paint their product in a bright light.
Lillian’s expression remained unchanged as she listened to the murmurs of the crowd. Her fist clenched slightly around the remote in hand, not because she had no reply, but just as an action to help herself calm down.
"I understand your skepticism, Mr. Brooks," she replied with a small nod. "In fact, we anticipated that exact question."