Okay, okay, so maybe Max's idea for the warp drive in his planes advertised to his company board was a really bad idea. He'd nearly been ousted from his company for it. His decision making and sanity was being questioned, and he nearly had to fight off a coup. The board was made up of stiff old people who didn't like change, and didn't see any point to make alterations of what they saw as already 'working' for that now to be replaced by Max's bombastic and fanciful idea's. Max faced a 5% dip in his shares and almost murdered with media ridicule. How it reached the media he didn't know because he'd never approached them. Max had his fingers severly burned and had nearly lost a digit or two. Bruised and battered he'd learned a painful lesson. He was going to do things different from now on.

He felt change was on the horizon, he was sure of it, but he didn't know what that was yet. He could feel it, but after warp his search had become forgotten meloncholy as he drifted back in the humdrum of ordinary corporate business life. He'd forgotten his wild dreams for change. Besides he had two girl friends to contend with and that was trouble enough plus all the work his bubbling business was bringing in. In would be two years before the spark of another idea would ignite again in his mind.

When Max's warp idea had fallen flat with the board, he had inadvertently created another smaller research company seperate and completely unknown to his larger aviation corporation. The board didn't know about it, and he kept it that way after the lynch mob mentality he'd already experienced over merging avaition with warp. This smaller unknown branch consisted of young minds who had been considered eccentric in university circles, but found a common place with Max since he was willing to throw small amounts of pocket funds at them just to tinker around his odd ideas he had on models and drones. For two years he'd forgotten about them, and hadn't visited the facility since his heartbreak with warp. But it wouldn't be long before his research group would once again spring to the forefront of his mind.

Again, it was as though his unconscious mind was still scouring for the answer, and it per chanced on another idea again, but this time in the form of graphene. Max was intrigued, but far more wiser from experience and looked at this new emerging wonder material. Once again he saw scientists reaching for lofty and unrealistic targets, probably the disease of science. They wanted a 100% graphene. Max thought, “I don't need a 100% graphene plane”. “What if it could just make one of my planes 10% lighter by mixing it with something, or maybe just parts of it?” That might mean a 10% reduction in fuel costs, maybe bigger lighter planes, maybe reduced weight. In his mind overall, if somehow the result was at the end of it all was a 10% reduction in cost somewhere it was worth considering.

But an enwisened Max wasn't going to go down the past route, no. It made no sense to try to retrofit this thing to a fully sized plane like he was thinking before, an idea that was met with scorn. Then he remembered his baby project research group. He was going to present the idea to his research team and it would have gone something like this “Hey guys, could you mix some of that new graphene stuff with some other avaition material and make a drone out of it? I want a new lighter material, a lighter drone”. With the research group all to it's self, Max's own money, and bright young sparks wanting to out do each other at who was the smartest, Max felt sure this was far more down to earth and measured than his last idea, this was the one. If his wonder material worked, he would start retrofitting parts in his planes, and would go largely unnoticed. But that's only if, his idea worked.