Welcome to QinetiQ, where ideas become reality
It starts as a passing fancy. A glimmer of something indefinable just out of reach. The barely audible whisper of some long-lost memory combines with a smattering of unrecalled dreams, a sprinkle of unmade connections, to form a sixth sense intuition that sets your spider senses tingling.
It’s just an inkling. A daydreamy notion nodding and prodding you towards the gist of the nitty-gritty. An erm, an ooh, an ahh, under the banging drum of a deadline looming. But it’s the sneaking suspicion that the feeling in your bones is a kernel of truth gnawing away at your hunch that this hair-brained scheme is millimetres from a blinding flash of genius.
Then there’s a rumble of thunder. A pale shimmer in the distance becomes a storm brewing off the coast of your comprehension. A headstrong headrush becomes a wellspring of imagination. A spark of inspiration turning gobsmacking gobbledegook into a bouncing, new born, baby brainchild. Time unwinds, the clock stops, the universe turns on its axis and revolves around you.