Eugene pitched his cybernetic invention to cure illness and possibly solve aging to long-established tycoons and bankers.

"Everyone grows and harvests self-replicating nanites within their own body ... and they donate to 'The Fund.'"

He switched holo projection slides.

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"The Fund is a repository for those who are chronically ill or require constant nanite replenishments for various purposes.

"So, the price for having nanites is to grow and contribute your own, which helps you and society."

An elderly gentleman coughed and raised his hand.

"Yes?" Eugene responded.

"Damn, that's socialism, son."

Others chuckled and nodded.

"Okay?" Eugene lowered his head.