(Multiple Capitals — March 2040)

  Washington, D.C. — West Wing Situation Room

  The nervous tapping of a pen echoed off the polished tabletop.

  The President sat at the head of the table, brows drawn together.

  “So,” she said, “we didn’t get the architecture.”

  The National Security Advisor cleared his throat.

  “No, ma’am. We got oversight. Not control.”

  “And the UK keeps the financial rights?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  The President sighed.

  “Unbelievable.

  We bankroll half the UN’s scientific budget, and the British walk away with the revenue stream of the century.”

  The Chair of the Joint Committee replied:

  “They also walk away with the responsibility. Catalyst-level hazards stay under locks we can audit. And the Council answers to all of us.”

  Silence.

  Then the President nodded reluctantly.

  “That’s something.”

  The science advisor spoke next.

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  “The real problem isn’t the licensing. It’s the public optics. The world is suddenly talking about FAEI as though it’s the next great equalizer. Other nations will demand parity. China especially.”

  Beijing — Zhongnanhai Technology Secretariat

  The room was quiet enough to hear the faint hum of the air filters.

  A senior Party official set down a printed dossier.

  “The West has created a scientific cartel,” he said.

  His counterpart corrected him softly.

  “A scientific containment ring.”

  “Is the difference meaningful?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “One implies exclusion. The other implies fear.”

  The room shifted uncomfortably.

  A younger official spoke.

  “Can we demand inclusion in the Council?”

  “We will,” the senior official said. “But understand — this FAEI… it is not technology in the conventional sense.

  The British hold the patents.

  The Americans have the industrial capacity.

  The Europeans have the regulatory power.”

  “And what do we have?”

  The senior official smiled faintly.

  “Ambition. And patience.”

  He tapped the dossier.

  “We will join their council. But we will not rely on it.”

  Brussels — Directorate-General for Research & Innovation

  The conference table was covered in highlighted notes.

  The EU Commissioner shook her head.

  “They did it. They actually did it. A global council. Neutral oversight. Shared governance.”

  Her deputy nodded.

  “And the UK kept the money.”

  “Which means,” she said, “they finally have something we want.”

  Another advisor leaned in.

  “What about domestic pressure?”

  The Commissioner sighed.

  “European citizens will love the oversight. But industry will panic. They’ll see this as the next REACH — global regulation with teeth.”

  “And China?”

  “Will push for access. Hard.”

  She rubbed her temples.

  “We have to position ourselves as the stabilizer. The counterweight between U.S. industrial appetite and UK financial control.”

  Her deputy frowned.

  “And the science?”

  The Commissioner looked out the window at the flags fluttering in the plaza.

  “The science,” she said quietly, “will move faster than all of us.”

  The World

  Markets jittered.

  Newsrooms speculated.

  Think tanks wrote feverishly.

  Social media boiled with half-truths and anxious excitement.

  The world had wanted innovation.

  They had not expected governance.

  And certainly not like this.