“Here is where the operation begins children, with the construction of all the chassis used
in the construction of the munitions. Our machines are busy twelve hours straight ensuring that
each and every computer and warhead that comes off our lines has a casing to hold it in.”
The children noted the machine arms with interest as they clasped parts with mechanical
fingers, slid pieces together, and welded joints. The pre-programmed dance was highly
methodical, even beautiful in its artistry.
“Each chassis is made entirely out of Kevlar and cellulose.” Xavier said.
“Do you know what those are children?” The teacher asked them. One by one, all of the
students admitted ignorance, all except one.
“Isn‟t cellulose that stuff that paper‟s made of?” A young boy named Tommy asked.
Xavier smiled benevolently as he looked back at the boy‟s spectacled face.
“That‟s right student, cellulose is the same material used to make paper. At least, until
we stop using paper altogether, which will be pretty soon.”
Xavier nodded to the teacher, who nodded in return. One of the children raised their
“You mean you make bombs out of paper?” She asked innocently.
“No,” the doctor said with a laugh. “We use the same basic material, but here it is very
tightly pressed until it becomes so tough that it‟s almost unbreakable. And then we surround it
with a hard Kevlar shell, which is very good at resisting high-temperatures, and is also very hard
“I heard about that stuff too.” Tommy said. Some of the other children began to roll
their eyes. Xavier smiled. It was always nice to have a brainiac on the tour, even if the other
children did not appreciate them. Pointing to him, he urged the boy to continue.
“That‟s the stuff soldiers used to wear to keep them safe from bullets.”
“Correct!” Xavier replied. “Both of which became obsolete thanks you our work here. Round
the next corner,” he said as they passed beyond the edge of the room and the track veered left,
“we will see where our more sophisticated machines assemble the warheads, without which any
weapon would be just a dud.”
Another room opened in front of them to reveal another stretch of assembly line. This
one however, was much further away and appeared to be surrounded by cement barriers and
looked far more intricate. Along the far end of the rooms, big yellow hazard signs had been
plastered up on the walls to keep attention fixed on the potential for danger.
“Notice all the safety features.” The doctor said next. “The assembly line is walled off
with bomb-proof walls, and each and every mechanical arm has a built-in deactivation program
in case it needs to neutralize a warhead. These are to ensure that if any of the warheads should
become active by mistake and cannot be shut down, that the blast will be completely contained.
Safety is always a number one priority here at Lockland Mariner.”
The children nodded and muttered in agreement. As they passed into the next room, they
saw the assemblage of chassis parts with warheads. After that, they got to see how the munitions
retro-rockets and manoeuvring thrusters were fitted to the chassis. All in all, they were getting to
see how the assembling of a Smartbomb was done, right before their very eyes. Nevertheless,
Xavier and their teacher sensed that boredom was beginning to set in. Traveling in a car behind
plate glass was certainly not what they were expecting. They must have expected a tour where
they could see and touch the Smartbombs for themselves, and told their onboard AI‟s how they
appreciated what they did for them. Luckily, a much more exciting feature awaited them on the
next leg of the tour.