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“Carter… I was wondering… would we automate everything within the Spatial Ark Land?” ‘I don’t see why not, but there has to be some reason why you are asking right?’ “Well… think of it this way… we are going to struggle to find people that we can keep within the space and also make the work to create highly complex machinery. What if I help design some machines we can build and get them going without the need for human interference. Get drones busy and working, while we sit back and enjoy.” ‘I don’t oppose the idea; however, you’ll need to organise a great amount of drones… You’re planning to turn the space into a fucking factory aren’t you!’ “In a way… yes…” Esmond picked up the capabilities of the space after one visit and knew it would be best if they continued to work secretly within the space and left some of the work out for the open world to see. ‘Very well… but remember you’ll need to put in your far sha

'You've landed?' "Yeah, I'm currently in the taxi and heading straight to the meeting now." Esmond didn't bring anything beyond a small bag, similar to the ones used to bag his soccer boots. It had just enough spare clothes and if things were bad, he could always purchase some, so it didn't highly matter to Esmond what he packed for his trip now that he had a great deal of money. Currently he was looking out at streets of Lagos, Nigeria. The driver was clearly taking his time to show Esmond the brighter side of the city, away from the harsher parts of town, but it obvious early on that there was a great deal of problems within the city and more than like the nation. .     'I know what your thinking, and yes there are a whole ton of issues throughout the nation. I've especially picked up some connections between several Swiss bank accounts and politicians who continue to add several large sums t

"Sir… have you updated yourself with the condition of the business so far?" Julia sighed as she spoke with Esmond the day after him spending time with Carter, torturing themselves with pain every time they gathered more knowledge from media. Some of it had yet to be analysed and examine but following meetings with his staff needed Esmonds attention so he had to stop studying and head into the city. "Sorry Julia, I've been focused on studying up some technology I am working on to help with the business operations." Esmond was talking out of his ass when he said that, as he knew Carter would thoroughly watch and examine everything that goes through the business intranet. With the upgrade of the system and space, Carter also went through a huge improvement as a basic Artificial System Spirit Core. He knew there it would be a while before he became an intermediate system, but with the upgrade, the amount he could do before was peanuts comp

'Ahh… whats the point man.' Hayaan Omar Dubad, a refugee who'd left his motherland, Somalia, for a better life, unfortunately his fate wasn't as lucky he thought it might have been after leaving the land that brought him pain. Arriving in Madagascar by boat, leaving from the Port of Mogadishu, Hayaans life went from terrible to outright unbearable as many of those that escaped with him to the boats were caught by the locals and made into working slaves. Some earned enough so they could buy certain things like food and water, but many were left to fend for themselves. Hayaan, not wanting to die, escaped one night from his imprisonment, and escaped to some town where some missionary christens who saw the poor condition and health of Hayaan took him in. They covered his treatment and sent him outside of Madagascar, as the missionary group were part of a charity group with connections to the UN, so Hayaan thought he would settle in some western co