"I understand that you did not exactly fit in with the previous companies that you have worked for." Ves said after he heard Cormaunt Hempkamp's perspective on his turbulent employment history. "The companies that tend to require the services of neural interface specialists such as yourself are usually large and established companies that have already built up a way of doing things. These structures usually emphasize stability and regularity because that is how you can best produce constant and consistent output."
The dark-skinned mech designer looked as if Ves hit the nail right on the head!
"That is exactly right, sir!"
Ves possessed a particularly special understanding of Hempkamp's difficult position.
On the one hand, he was a mech designer who had relatively few restraints about pursuing radical innovations and inventions. He regularly disregarded safety rules and confidently gambled on his next implementations, hoping that they would work out great when utilized in practice!
On the other hand, he was also a leader and the person who was ultimately responsible for what the Design Department put out. Every mech design that flowed out of this critical department was bound to be used by different people, whether they were external customers of Larkinson expert pilots.
It was because he wore both of those hats at once that he understood how Mr. Hempkamp and his frustrated former employers must have felt in the past.
A mech designer that was proactive and possessed an innovator's heart was incredibly precious!
However, such a mech designer often turned out to be a time bomb as well!
A mech designer such as Mr. Hempkamp was a high variance professional that could make groundbreaking inventions but at the same time create disasters that could figuratively blow himself and all of the people around him into pieces!
The best case scenario was that Hempkamp would turn into the second coming of Ves, able to revolutionize the entire landscape of neural interfaces after succeeding in his attempt to evolve the tech by a qualitative leap!
The worst case scenario would look similar to what happened to the Supreme Sage.
Ves still remembered how the prestigious former leader of the Life Research Organization no longer became satisfied with ordinary research.
In his quest and obsession to extend his life beyond his already-ancient lifespan as well as gain strength beyond any measure, he created a biojuggernaut called Uranus in order to serve as his next 'body'!
Naturally, the Supreme Sage paid for his hubris with his life, but not before creating a monstrosity that eventually went rogue and unleashed a huge amount of devastation!
When Ves directed an evaluating gaze towards the mech designer before him, he wondered which category Mr. Hempkamp would fall under.
Though Ves felt a natural kinship towards a fellow innovator such as himself, he could not allow his personal biases and preferences override his sound judgment!
If Mr. Hempkamp screwed up in an enormous fashion, then his entire clan would suffer! Hundreds of thousands of Larkinsons might pay the price for the radical mech designer's hubris!
This was why Ves did not dare to accept the man immediately. He needed more information before he could weigh the pros and cons in a rational and logical manner.
"I am aware that it was us that approached you first, but what makes you think you will fit better in our company?" Ves carefully asked as he monitored the other man closely.
Mr. Hempkamp freely smiled. "I have done my research on your clan. Compared to those stuffy old Seniors and Masters who only value their own strengths and expect little to nothing from their subordinates, I think you would be able to appreciate my work more."
"Oh?"
"You're a Journeyman, just like me, so you won't look down on me so much. Your mech company is also young and it does not have the reputation and proven track record of other, more established competitors. That means you need to work harder and bet on a lot more uncommon mech designs because that is the only way you can successfully differentiate your products on the market. The success you have enjoyed shows that you understand this truth and also used this daring strategy to your advantage."
"I see you understand the business side of mech design quite well." Ves smiled. "You are right. As a Journeyman, I don't have the natural advantages that higher-ranking mech designers rely upon to capture market share with greater ease. My work has to be more wonky and unique in order to create a different kind of value that the mech market has not seen before."
"We are the same." Hempkamp hungrily insisted. "While you are undoubtedly the more successful of the two of us, we are both creators who love to design mechs that are different from the molds that already exist. I would be a great fit for your mech company given the more interesting differentiation strategy that you pursue. Your living mechs have already made your LMC gain a powerful foothold in the Red Ocean. If you add my contributions on top of that, I think that your mech company will be able to sell many more mechs!"
That was a bold statement! Cormaunt Hempkamp certainly wasn't lacking in confidence. For him to predict that his specialty could add so much value to the LMC's products meant that he truly believed in his ideas!
Ves grew more interested in what Mr. Hempkamp sought to accomplish in his mechs.
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