Free Absolute Power (Book 1): Origins by Grayson Queen Page B

your line of thought.  With the funds from that project, we are prepared to grant you money to continue your research.”  He added, “At this facility of course.”
    “Yes, yes,” Henry said thinking.  “How much over-sight?”
    “Like I said, we specialize in edge science, so we have an understanding attitude,” Doctor Stein replied.
     
Three Weeks Later
     
    Henry took no time settling into the mansion.  His things were packed and shipped from his home in Germany.  He soon learned that the Victorian house was only the tip of the RDS iceberg.  The research facility had five subterranean levels.  There was a tunnel leading out to the main road that concealed the large shipments coming and going.
    Henry was staying in one of the underground dormitories.  His room was just large enough to fit a bed, but that didn't matter because he wasn't getting much sleep.
    From day one, the other researchers already had a number of projects and requests for him.  His doctorates in medical research and engineering were being put to use.  As well as his Ph.D.'s in math.  But being the new guy, most of what they had him working on was basic number crunching and tests.  Not exactly the edge science that Doctor Stein had implied.
    Henry’s main project was designing artificial limbs that performed as close to real as possible.  The challenge was the mechanics of the device, the control system and the materials used to manufacture it.  All of which Henry had solved in his first week there, he just didn't tell anyone.  It was partially because they had relegated him to ‘lab assistant.'  He knew it was petty, but there was logic to his plan.  Despite his talents and abilities the others didn’t respect him.  He had experienced the same thing as a child genius.  So he understood that in such a situation, it was best to solve the problem quietly and then wait until the others failed.
    In this case, Henry had designed schematics for the limbs, created a human to machine interface and developed hardened material that was resistant to damage and wear.  During the process though, he discovered that the project would be a failure, at least to his standards.  Yes, the researchers would produce the product that had been requested.  They would even get a pat on the back for their good work.  Admittedly, the problem wasn’t with the staff, but the vision of the financier.  Henry saw that the project could go far beyond what their backer had dreamed.
    So he spent his time creating what he knew would be revolutionary science by using the materials and resources of RDS, and in his spare time worked out equations for his co-workers.
    At the moment, he was waiting for the computer to finish machining one of his designs.  The noise of the laser cutter didn't bother him as he stood in front of a white board thinking.  There was a long equation written in black and Henry's notes in blue.
    “Doctor Schreier, did you finish those structural tests on the joints?”  Jenny Banks asked.  She was lead medical engineer on the project. Relatively attractive, if you took into account that they had all been cooped up together for months.  Biological reactions being as they were, people tended to see things differently when going without sex for so long.  She only had an MD but was specialized in vascular surgery and seemed to have a proficiency in mechanics.  There was no real reason she should be the head of anything, except that her father was some sort of General.  “Doctor,” she said louder to get his attention.
    “The joint will fail at two point three foot pounds of rotational torque,” Henry replied.
    “Can I see the report,” Jenny asked annoyed.
    “I did not write a report because I did not do any tests,” Henry was still staring at the white board.
    “First off, I told you to run those tests last week,” Jenny was shouting over the laser cutter.  “Second, you can't make up data; we need facts, because this is