Well, nothing's happening.

AI isn’t waking up.

AGAIN!!!

System is telling me what to do just like demon did in the old days.

I’m doing about the same as what I did when demon told me to do something.

That means I’m ignoring it and doing other things instead.

Or I’m just ignoring it and doing nothing…

I’m doing one of the two...

Anyways…

Well to be completely honest I’ve got nothing…

Hold on let me think on this…

I got it!!!!

There was some other insight gained from the breakthrough even though I regained that life. I was able to learn about basic machines like the wheel, lever, and pulley. I learned how more complex machines can be built up from the simple machines and used to make life easier for sentient beings. I realized that with wheels the transportation of goods became much easier, the wheel also is vital in many other machines makeup and structure. The lever can be used to help lift heavy objects in construction as well as large quantities of goods into and off of ships. Pulleys can be used to suspend objects while also allowing their height to be adjustable. There also exists wedges, screws, and inclined planes each with slightly different roles and purposes but as combined together great things can be created like ships or traps…

There also was quite a bit of information about how the untalented survived and thrived in the world. In the beginning, they fought hard to like everything else. As time passed though their major role became food production for the gifted that protected them. Eventually, the gifted viewed more and more tasks as beneath them like, butchering, tanning, tailoring, and construction. The talentless began to take on more and more jobs that the gifted viewed as beneath them. This continued and eventually, it got to the point where the talentless outnumbered the gifted thirty to one. The talentless also controlled almost all of the production. After many revolts and wars between the two groups of people, a resolution came about. The creation of nations and kingdoms was solidified but every ruler had to be aware that if they upset their citizens too much they could be removed from power either by force or starvation. The talentless were viewed as lesser but refused to believe so once there numbers grew enough and were given strong leaders to organize a show of their importance and position. The talentless are always striving to become better and those that have a trade are very secretive in their work as they fear that if the gifted were to know how to do the work they would lose one of the few advantages they had over the gifted.

And so the people lived that way. There were a few who tried to change the status quo but they only caused momentary ripples in the state of the world. The gifted ruled with force and power but rarely got out of hand. The talentless provided for the whole with their skills and secrets close to their hearts. And then there were the dregs.

The dregs were the poor and destitute. Gifted or talentless anything could become a dreg. All they had to do was make some clothes out of an old sack and roll around in filth and bile for a month. They were the ones with nothing, shoved into allies and back roads so they stayed out of sight. Anything could be a dreg but virtually no one could become free of that status. They were rarely given chances to escape their status and their options of labor were limited to hard labor. There were more than a few organizations among them to support each other. And it wasn’t all that uncommon for them to just disappear never to be found. Many crime lords used them for their own schemes and purposes. They were the scum, the scavengers, the slum rats, the dust of men, but mostly they were the dregs left at the bottom.

That's how the world worked in that life. I was nothing to no one. I was expendable, replaceable, forgettable, and insignificant.

And yet I wanted to live.

Each dreg wanted and fought to live.

Everything does.

No matter the creature, no matter their standing in life they have a base desire to live.

The world works in whatever way it pleases and it pushes and slaps down whoever the world want. I can’t change it nor will I and I know that only my strength can protect me from that pain.

So as I develop and create inhabitants in my domain, I should expect them to have a similar desire to live. And if I’m smart I’ll let them do just that, I’ll let them struggle and fight for their existence in their world just as every other being does.

Just as I did and continue to do in the existences.

I’m getting really far ahead of myself. I still need to gather more power before I can even try breaking free of the shackles placed upon me.

Time to work towards that hundredth compression.

Pov shift

We’ve been quite successful in our recent ventures and have been able to gain a proper crew affiliation. We only picked up one new person with a good bit of business sense and we had the minimum amount required to set up a fringe affiliation crew. “He” is a Semeros occupying the body of a Gredian, going by the name Thalon. He has made the pigmentation of his fur and hair an unnaturally dark blue color and changed the host's eyes color to a frosty white. His host was a slave bought solely for the purpose of being a host for him. He has occupied and familiarized himself with this body quite well and knows many fighting styles and simple skills. He cares with him a standard burst rifle with a mana infusion mod as well as a combat knife and silenced pistol. He’s a strange one for sure but he’s a sly trader that we’ve worked with for quite some time and I believe we can trust him. When we offered him the spot and told him all that it entailed he said it would be an interesting experience. He gets along quite well with Vengella which has made him a welcome member of the crew for most.

We’ve been doing lots of trade to resupply the funds we used on the dungeon dig and are only now building up our cushion so that we can take on the more interesting adventures. Which leads us to our current job.

Here I stand with Erin and Tarux on the surface of a recent terraforming operation gone wrong. Something has altered the atmospheric control stations and accelerated the rate at which the breathable gases are being released into the atmosphere. This would cause the planet to not develop its own ecosystem andpush back the completion date of the terraforming back at least a couple of centuries. Even now the gases are beginning to suffocate the planets existing ecosystem.

And before you ask why were planetside for this mission it’s because the controls for the atmospheric control stations are down here. We could, in theory, fix them from the ship but that would take significantly longer, allowing the damage to be done as if we didn’t fix them at all. We could also destroy them but that's the last thing we want to do since for each one we brack is a large chunk of our pay out the window.

So here we are clearing a facility full of holes from the last meteor shower scavenging through the wreckage for any clues or hints about what's happened.

“Oi! Boss!”

“Yes, Erin?”

“I think I found a port located to a backup mainframe.”

“Good, good. Can you collect the data and send it up for Fizz to look at?”

“I can sure try but I’m not sure that's the best idea boss.”

“Why’s that Erin?”

“Well call it what you want but I’ve got a feeling that foul play is afoot.”

“Why's that?”

“For one thing all the accessible mainframes are fried even the ones that were left untouched by the meteor shower that hit this place. And even if the things were fried by radiation that isn’t here there would still be chunks of readable data that could be gathered but all we’ve found are purged data files that lack any trace of ever having anything on them even the basic function code implemented into them by the manufacturer.”

“Hummmmm, keep up the work for now and don’t send up that data packet. We’ll take it to Fizz manually, never know whos watching these days.”

“Understood Boss.”

Well, this investigation might be a little bigger than we thought.

“Hey, Orsu!”

“Whats up Tarux?”

“I think I found something incriminating that supports Erin's theory.”

“What is it?”

“Can’t describe it over long com. Can you both meet me at my coordinates?”

“Sure Tarux I’ll be there after I’ve finished up gathering the data I’ve found.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen Tarux.”

“Good See you then, Tarux out.”

Well, this might be worth increasing the price of our services. I’ll consult with Thalon once back aboard the ship.

I really hope this doesn't screw us over.