Reyes leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, eyes narrowed as if Timothy's words needed a second pass before his brain could accept them.
"A design that makes every other SMR look obsolete," he repeated slowly. "Alright… then show me what you have in mind."
Timothy didn't reply immediately.
Instead, he tapped his monitor.
The TG holo-projector recessed into the ceiling activated with a soft hum. A pillar of cold-blue light descended, expanding into a three-dimensional rotating schematic about a meter tall, hovering inches above the desk.
Reyes's posture straightened instantly.
"…What reactor is that?" he muttered.
The hologram stabilized.
A cylindrical module—compact, dense, almost monolithic—turned slowly in the air.
