"Okay, team," Hiroto said, standing in front of a whiteboard in the main Dharma lab. "Today's agenda: create robot nurses that are adorable, unkillable, and can throw a Hulk if necessary."
Behind him, written in all caps with arrows pointing to random drawings of marshmallows, was:
PROJECT: BAYMAX BUT BADASS
Building Baymax 2.0
Hiroto walked into the fabrication lab wearing a lab coat and blasting "Immortals" by Fall Out Boy for the drama.
"First things first," he said, spinning dramatically. "We're making a health companion. Think the original Baymax—but with nanotech muscles, multilingual programming, and a hidden taser. For hugs."
"You want us to weaponize healthcare?" Dr. Inoue asked, raising a brow.
"No," Hiroto grinned. "I want to sell weaponized healthcare… with style."
Core AI: Polite, therapeutic, and passive-aggressive if ignored
Combat Subroutines: Active only when a patient is in danger
Medical Scanner: Can diagnose anything from a broken arm to mutant gene instability
Nanogel Body: Fireproof, bulletproof, pettable
Emergency Mode: Detachable arms that act like mini drones
After a week of sleepless innovation (and Hiroto screaming "SCIENCE!" randomly in the lab), the first unit powered on.
The 8-foot-tall, round-bodied, matte-white Baymax blinked its LED eyes.
"Hello, I am Baymax. You appear to have untreated anxiety and trauma. Would you like to talk about it over chamomile tea?"
"Perfect," Hiroto whispered. "He's soft… and savage."
Hiroto deployed 100 units across Dharma Island for internal care, security, and morale.
Each had slight tweaks in personality:
Baymax Alpha – Combat medic with a Clint Eastwood voice
Baymax Boba – Carries bubble tea in his belly compartment
Baymax DJ – Literally just drops lo-fi beats while healing wounds
Flying back to South Korea in his stealth jet (because why not), Hiroto began unlocking the accounts left behind by Oh Il-nam.
$23.6 billion in untraceable offshore funds.
"Money can't buy happiness," Hiroto said, sipping banana milk from a vending machine. "But it can buy healthcare monopolies."
He launched his company the next day.
Slogan: "Care that Cares (and Occasionally Punches Back)"Mission: Affordable, automated, world-class healthcare for everyone.Logo: A white rabbit with glowing eyes and a Band-Aid.
Within weeks, White Rabbit hospitals started popping up across Seoul, Jeju, Busan, and Incheon. Baymax units staffed the ERs, making people question if they'd walked into a sci-fi drama.
Viral videos of Baymax units catching falling babies, treating burn victims, and dispensing emotional support hugs made headlines.
"Baymax Saves Grandma from Building Collapse""White Rabbit Robots Stop Armed Robbery with Lethal Kindness""Do I Have a Crush on a Medical Robot? BuzzFeed Quiz Inside"
Governments were shook. Pharma giants started sweating. Tony Stark did a spit-take reading the news.
Meanwhile, Hiroto sat in a White Rabbit boardroom in Seoul, legs kicked up on the table, watching the stock price soar.
"System, status check?"
White Rabbit Holdings: $7.2 billion and risingPublic Approval: 91%Suspicious Activity: SHIELD has opened a file on youVillain Response: Wilson Fisk just ordered 12 Baymax units on black market
"Oh good," Hiroto smirked. "We're finally interesting enough for a target on our backs."
That night, Hiroto dreamt again.
He stood in a marble hallway, empty and echoing. A TV flickered in the corner, showing footage from the original Squid Game. Il-nam sat watching.
"You've started your own game," the old man said without turning. "But remember, Hiroto… the world loves what works. And it loves to break what works even more."
"I'm not playing for the rich," Hiroto replied. "I'm playing for everyone. I'm flipping the board."
Il-nam smiled sadly. "Then may your pieces not betray you."
The dream shattered like glass.
"Healthcare doesn't have to bankrupt you. Pain shouldn't be profitable. So here's my plan: everyone gets a Baymax. Everyone gets care. And if the elites have a problem with that… they can schedule an appointment."
Mic drop
End of Chapter 3