A Path To Omniscience

"W- Well, originally, we were sitting with our father and your parents in the living room, waiting for dinner to finish," Weiss began, but she didn't need to finish. Asher already pieced the rest together on his own.

"Oh, so they sent you two here so they could talk business, got it." Asher let out a small sigh, glancing around his workshop.

"Hmm, I don't know if I have anything here to entertain two guests." His words drew immediate looks of disbelief from both Whitley and Weiss. Entertain? What did he mean by that? They had just seen that strange object flying around the room—it was far more than entertaining; it was fascinating.

Their wide-eyed expressions should have said everything they needed, but seeing Asher wasn't going to address it on his own, Whitley pointed to the probe on the workbench.

"If you don't mind me asking, what is that thing?"

Asher followed Whitley's gesture.

"Oh, that? It's a drone I'm working on. Still missing a lot of its intended features, but it uses gravity dust combined with a custom propulsion system to achieve free flight. It has full mobility in all three dimensions and can turn instantly without needing to follow any arc."

Weiss's lips parted slightly in surprise, and before she could stop herself, she muttered, "But that's impossible."

She only realized she had spoken aloud when Whitley nudged her, but by then, Asher had already caught on.

"Oh, right. Schnee Dust Company heiress," Asher remarked with a knowing look, "So you're pretty familiar with dust, I assume. Well, I can see why you'd think it's impossible, but I assure you, it's quite real."

His tone had a sense of assurity to it, but there was also a subtle undertone, almost as if he were humoring her, almost like an adult would humor a child. That seemed to set something off in Weiss.

"No, it's not possible," she insisted.

"Gravity dust in its natural state can induce an anti-gravity effect, sure, but it's unstable—highly unstable. All dust contains concentrated energy, and the energy flow within the crystal generates a frequency. The slightest external force or pressure can destabilize the flow, which alters the frequency and causes an uneven distribution of energy."

Asher nodded along, picking up exactly where she left off.

"Right. Even small disturbances can shift the energy frequency within the dust. The uneven distribution stresses the crystal structure, and that's what causes it to crack. Once that happens, energy leaks out, and the result is almost always an explosion."

"Exactly," Weiss continued, her voice gaining strength seeing that Asher agreed with her. 

"That's why gravity dust is only used for basic levitation—things that hover just under a few meters off the ground. For airships, the risk is too great because of constant turbulence. Even floating vehicles need Graviton Field Harmonizers to regulate gravity dust's frequency and prevent it from going critical. Those harmonizers are the only reason they're able to stabilize gravity dust for floatation."

As Weiss and Asher debated, Whitley stayed quiet, listening closely. It wasn't that he didn't understand. On the contrary, he knew the technicalities they were discussing just as well as his sister. As a potential heir of the Schnee Dust Company, his education was nearly identical to hers.

Graviton Field Harmonizers are massive, complicated devices. Installing them on an aircraft requires time, money, and careful calibration. The harmonizers maintain a steady energy flow within the dust, but their size makes them impractical for smaller use cases. Asher's drone is only slightly larger than a person's head. It should be impossible to cram a harmonizer into something that compact. Unless...

Whitley dismissed the idea almost as quickly as it formed. That would require technology far beyond what currently exists. But before he could fully discard the notion, Asher spoke again.

"It would be impossible," Asher said, his voice calm but firm, "unless you used a compact version of the Graviton Field Harmonizer. One that is modified to not only handle aerial turbulence but also programmed to adjust for the additional g-forces acting on the drone and continuously calculate for external factors as it tunes the frequency of the gravity dust and experiences those forces. Which I did."

Both Weiss and Whitley were frozen, staring at him in shock.

"You... what?" Weiss's voice wavered with disbelief.

"No, that kind of technology doesn't even exist—not at that small of a scale, not with gravity dust. It's unheard of..."

"It didn't exist," Asher corrected, his tone smooth.

"But it does now, since I invented it." Asher could see the doubt in the siblings' eyes. Without a word, he walked over to the Optical Interface Terminal in the center of the room and quickly typed something into the control panel. A moment later, the machine hummed to life, projecting a three-dimensional hologram of a small piece of technology.

It was tiny—smaller than a clenched fist—but as Weiss and Whitley studied the projection, they both felt a sense of recognition. They might not have been familiar with the inner workings, but they certainly knew what a Graviton Field Harmonizer looked like. And what Asher was showing them now resembled one—just miniaturized and far more streamlined, at least externally.

"You see, the key reason why Graviton Field Harmonizers are so big and bulky is because of all the computational power and complex hardware they need to constantly monitor and adjust for even the slightest changes. But my frequency modulator relies less on hardware and more on an algorithm," Asher explained. He swiped at the three-dimensional hologram, bringing up a secondary projection that appeared beside the first.

The secondary projection was a normal Graviton Field Harmonizer, one around the size of a tire, which would be the typical size necessary for a probe like Asher's. Both devices were then simulated into action, and Weiss and Whitley immediately noticed the difference. While one device reacted to changes as they happened, the other seemed to adjust before any disturbance even occurred.

"This way, it's not just reacting to disturbances—it's predicting them," Asher continued, glancing at the siblings.

"It gathers data from the onboard AI and anticipates changes based on what movements the drone plans to make and what it observes from its environment. Not only that, but the AI system learns and adapts over time. The more it gets used to its own maneuverability, the more stabilized and accurate its predictions become. That means I can make it even smaller once the AI has gathered enough training data."

Of course, there were a few other things he was leaving out—like the micro-crystal stabilizers, which were essentially shock absorbers built on a gyro system. They protected the gravity dust from external forces, even if the drone slammed into something at full speed.

But I doubt they'd understand all of that even if I explained it. No point in overwhelming them with too much information when I've already got their attention. I wasn't expecting them to show up so suddenly, but this is a perfect opportunity to leave a big impression. I'm still getting a read on Weiss's personality, but it seems like she's just as eager to prove herself right as I'd hoped.

After Asher finished his demonstration, Weiss was left completely speechless. Her mouth moved as if to form words, but nothing came out. Whitley, on the other hand, was shocked too, but he kept his gaze fixed on Asher.

This kind of technology could revolutionize entire industries. I can only imagine what could be done with it, and it's sitting right here in an attic. Not in a high-tech lab, but in the hands of a fourteen-year-old in his workshop.

Whitley rarely thought highly of others, but even his instincts kicked in, and only one word came to mind when he looked at Asher.

Genius.

A complete and utter genius.

At that moment, Asher received a message on his scroll. He pulled it out of the pocket of his coat; it was the same coat he had worn into the Nexus Space. The message itself was from his mother, letting him know dinner was ready.

"Looks like it's time for dinner. We should go," Asher said, putting his scroll away. He headed for the exit as part of the floor slid open, revealing a staircase. Only when he passed them did Weiss and Whitley snap out of their thoughts, turning to follow him. Neither of them spoke; they didn't know what to say.

They were still processing the fact that the boy walking ahead of them had just solved a problem that had probably stumped engineers for decades—all on his own.

What should I do? I have to tell Father about this...

Whitley was lost in thought when Asher suddenly stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to face him and Weiss.

"Oh, by the way, what I showed you is a surprise I'm planning for my parents. I'd really appreciate it if you kept it a secret until I unveil it," Asher said, his expression slightly pleading. His request instantly shut down any thoughts Whitley and Weiss had of telling their father.

They both nodded.

"Of course," Whitley replied.

"I won't tell anyone," Weiss reassured him.

Their father had instructed them to get close to Asher, and if they broke his trust, it would ruin their chances. Telling anyone, even their own father, could destroy the golden opportunity in front of them. The short-term gain wasn't worth losing what they could get from Asher in the long run. And now, it wasn't just about following orders.

There was real interest in their eyes as they watched him.

"Great, I'll catch up with you two. I need to change," Asher said, glancing down at his clothes.

He was still in his workshop gear, which definitely wasn't appropriate for the type of dinner they were about to have. By the time he returned to his room, changed into more formal attire, and made his way to the dining room, everyone had already taken their seats. Various plates of food were spread across the table.

"Sorry, I'm late," Asher apologized as he took his seat.

"It's fine, dear," Nillia said warmly, while her husband, Vance, raised his glass.

"How about a toast before we eat? To new friends." Jacques, along with Asher's mother, smiled in agreement, and Asher followed suit with the Schnee siblings. Their glasses only held water, but the gesture was just as meaningful.

"To new friends," everyone echoed, before sipping from their glasses and turning their attention to the meal. They were served a garnished creamy soup with soft-boiled vegetables and various meats, each piece tender enough to bite through without a hint of resistance.

To the side, a piece of garlic bread rested—light, perfectly buttered, and seasoned just right. On another plate were golden baked potatoes stuffed with rich fillings, topped with melted cheese, and baked to perfection, soft enough to scoop with a spoon without breaking the skin.

The food was delicious, though the strange silence that hung over the table made it hard to fully enjoy the meal. As Vance ate, he discreetly watched Jacques, as did Nillia and Asher, all members of the family thinking the same thing.

He should bring it up any second now.

"By the way, Vance, Nillia," Jacques began, finally breaking the quiet.

"I have to say, my board is quite satisfied with the offer your company made us. Once our legal team finishes reviewing it, we're hoping to sign by the end of the month—assuming that works for you, of course." Vance smirked slightly to himself before offering a friendly smile and setting down his utensils.

"That sounds wonderful. Though we are considering a small additional clause to the contract. Nothing major, of course." At this, a sharp glint appeared in Jacques's eyes, though he quickly masked it with a laugh.

"Oh? I'm sure that won't be a problem. Tell me what it is, and I'll convince the board to sign off on it."

"We'd like exclusive rights to handle all of the Schnee Dust Company's transportation needs. Not just for the current routes, but for any future expansions you might have in mind—whether across the Kingdoms, into new markets, or even sensitive cargo like rare Dust variants. All of it managed through Frostvale Enterprises." It was such a sudden request that there was a brief pause as Jacques's expression tightened.

"That's quite the 'minor clause', Vance," Jacques replied, his tone still pleasant but now cautious.

"Exclusive rights to all of our logistics? That's a significant commitment on our part."

"Perhaps," Vance acknowledged, "but consider the benefits. No more juggling multiple contractors across regions. Our infrastructure is already the best in the business, and while we've been having some trouble expanding, your company ties and has access to nearly every corner of Remnant. It's a mutually beneficial partnership. We get our expansion, and in return, we manage all your future shipments, ensuring consistency, efficiency, and reliability. After all, don't you need a logistics partner that can handle both the volume and sensitivity of your product? We're already ahead of the competition in that regard."

He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, "And of course, in exchange, we'll offer even more preferential rates on all your transport needs down the line. A long-term commitment from us to keep your costs controlled as your company grows. No other logistics firm can affoard give you terms like this."

Jacques narrowed his eyes slightly. He understood what Vance was asking for—a long-term deal that would lock the Schnee Dust Company into relying solely on Frostvale Enterprises for all its transportation needs. The risk was largely on the Schnee Dust Company's side, while both companies would benefit.

As Jacques hesitated, Nillia spoke up, her voice calm but gently persuasive.

"Think of it as an investment. Your company has big plans for growth, and the last thing you need is to be tied down by the limitations of juggling multiple transport firms. With us handling everything, you and your company can safely focus on expanding, knowing your supply lines are secure. No delays, no inconsistencies. Frostvale's reputation is second to none, and we take great pride in that."

Jacques smiled at her words, though it didn't reach his eyes.

"It's a... bold offer. Not one I expected from Frostvale, but I'll admit, it's a tempting one."

Vance leaned back in his chair slightly, turning the conversation in a more casual direction.

"I'm glad you think so. And of course, the clause is negotiable—within reason. But I'm confident your board will see the value in securing a logistics partner that can grow alongside the Schnee Dust Company."

There was a brief silence before Jacques finally spoke again. "I'll speak with the board and see what they think. But I can't make any guarantees."

"Of course," Vance replied smoothly.

With the business talk finally behind them, the atmosphere at dinner lightened significantly, largely thanks to Asher's mother, Nillia.

"So, did my son's hobby interest you two?" She asked, her tone light and welcoming. The question seemed to ignite a spark in Weiss and Whitley that hadn't been there just moments ago.

"Oh, absolutely. It's hard to believe he's only been working on it for about a month," Weiss replied, still trying to wrap her head around it. She knew Asher's parents had mentioned it, but it seemed impossible that he had invented that probe in just a single month, and all after her birthday.

"Yes, well, our Asher has always been a quick learner," Vance added. He had tested his son's abilities personally, unable to believe how fast Asher had progressed, but the results left no doubt—his son learned at an incredible pace.

"I was honestly just surprised he knew how to use all that equipment," Whitley chimed in. He had noticed the variety of machinery in Asher's workshop, and it was clear Asher handled them with the skill of a professional—he had to, in order to create that probe.

Asher shrugged and responded with a grin, "You'd be surprised how useful manuals are these days."

It almost sounded like a joke, but Whitley just smiled in return. It seemed absurd that someone could master that kind of equipment just by reading manuals, and though Whitley didn't quite believe it, it was technically the truth, thanks to the Nexus Space.

"I'm glad to hear you both enjoyed yourselves. Maybe next time you visit, Asher can teach you a thing or two," Nillia suggested casually. Asher had no objections, finishing his food and wiping his mouth with a napkin. Meanwhile, the Schnee siblings exchanged glances before giving their shared response.

"We'll definitely think about it."

And with that, the dinner came to a close. The Schnee family prepared to leave shortly after. At the entrance of the manor, Jacques and his children retrieved their coats from the maids, with Jacques casually speaking to Vance as he slipped his on.

"I'll try to get back to you within the week about that new 'clause' of yours," Jacques said.

"Of course. Take your time," Vance replied.

"You two be safe now," Nillia called to Whitley and Weiss, waving warmly. They waved back with what appeared to be genuine smiles, far less nervous than when they had arrived. Their interaction with Asher—and Nillia's natural ability to make people feel at ease—had clearly worked wonders.

"We will." Both Weiss and Whitley said back to her.

"It's a shame we didn't get to do that duet we talked about. Maybe next time?" Asher asked, directing the question at Weiss, and catching her off guard a little. But she nodded rather quickly in response.

"I'll be looking forward to it," she said, her voice now carrying a bit more enthusiasm than the last time Asher had brought the topic up to her. It made him smirk ever so slightly. It seemed her competitive spirit had been ignited, unbeknownst to her, after their little debate earlier in his workshop.

The Frostvale family watched as the Schnee family made their way down the stairs and into their limousine. They waved and smiled until the car pulled away from the manor. Only when the Schnees were out of sight did they relax, with Nillia glancing slyly at her husband.

"Not bad," she teased.

"You didn't even mention that little 'clause' of yours to me beforehand. Don't tell me you thought it up on the spot?" Vance chuckled.

"Well, the timing felt perfect, and it's always good to strike while the iron's hot. And you improvised wonderfully, as expected from my wife." Nillia laughed softly, clearly more amused than bothered. This was how they operated—working together when needed but also independently, always for the benefit of their company.

That's how they had grown so quickly and achieved so much, despite being a relatively young couple compared to so many others.

"What about you, Asher? Run into any issues dealing with the siblings visiting your workshop?" Vance asked, turning his attention to his son.

Asher shook his head.

"None at all. In fact, I think I've sparked a bit of interest in them."

"Hmm, in that case, it seems we can call this a successful dinner; wouldn't you two agree?" Nillia asked with a smile, placing her hands on both of their shoulders. Both Vance and Asher nodded in agreement.

Quite successful indeed.