Step into the polished shoes of Chad Ironjaw, CEO of a sprawling research-and-development behemoth. From his luxurious office he gazes out over Millenniumopolis—the city of tomorrow— where gargantuan Art Deco skyscrapers, studded with gargoyles and neon lights, pierce through the clouds What does a day in the life of Mr. Ironjaw look like, you may ask? The elevator doors part with a hiss, and he takes his seat while his ever-loyal AI assistant, Helena, briefs him on today’s agenda. The radio crackles to life, and Johnny Hertz launches into yet another opinionated broadcast—though Mr. Ironjaw can only hope his yapping will be short-lived, and that music will soon reclaim the airwaves. From then on, he runs the company however he pleases. Perhaps he directs his empire toward marvels of progress: robotic servants, flying cars, towering vertical farms, or interstellar ships — ushering humanity into a golden age.. Or perhaps the government’s deep coffers prove too enticing, and he chooses to design swarms of surveillance drones and bone-liquefying sonic weapons for riot control. Or maybe still, his ambitions stretch further than profit—perhaps Chad Ironjaw intends to apply his leadership skills not just to industry, but to the entire world, by