After a moment, the hologram flickered, and a middle-aged man in a white lab coat appeared. The moment she saw him, Lila Blythex's stern, icy expression finally softened somewhat.
This was her father, Willix Blythex, the close relative from whom she had been separated for so long.
"Willix..." Lila Blythex hesitated before adding, "Father."
"You haven't called me that in a long time, Lila," Willix Blythex said. "Tell me, what trouble are you having?"
Even as he spoke, his hands never stopped moving. From the portion of his surroundings visible through the hologram, he was wearing sensor gloves and clumsily manipulating a holographic design blueprint, occasionally turning around to write dense, complex equations across a whiteboard.
There seemed to be several assistants beside him, helping him calculate those formulas and carry out design procedures that could only be completed on a computer.
Although he was extremely busy, his tone remained full of concern. He had immediately realized that Lila had come to him for help.
No one understood a daughter better than her father.
Lila Blythex frowned and could not help sweeping her gaze over the corners of the room she was in. Several whiteboards were piled there, along with countless handwritten design drafts and even printed books.
She knew that her father was a very traditional designer and highly insensitive to electronic devices. He desperately needed an assistant skilled with computers to help him complete his designs. Thus, for many delicate design elements that could only be accomplished by computer, he could usually only provide the general direction while his assistants worked out the details.
"What are you designing? Passenger cabins?" Though she could see only a small portion of the projected screen, Lila, who had dealt with starship design for years, recognized it at once.
"That's right. This