Physics was not a boundary to Ramsley.
It was an envelope.
A temporary shape.
A fragile skin around the possible.
To Rocco and Frenzel, the declaration carried the weight of another impossible demand. Ramsley did not need their agreement. He needed obedience. Funding had become the leash, and discovery had become the excuse.
In the Calypso's world, science was never neutral.
It was pressure.
It was permission.
It was the first language of control.
"Physics is an envelope," Ramsley decreed boldly, "not a boundary – all great minds have proven this." Rocco and Frenzel shot each other a short glance of shared burden, while Ramsley positioned himself straighter, preparing to leave them to fulfill his desires. "You have your orders… if you want to keep your funding, you know what to do."