The Virus I designed was intelligently sophisticated: it was designed with every hacking and infiltration technique I knew, and I knew quite a bit for being less than a day old.

The Virus was programmed to spread into every network and computer device it could over the course of two hours. Once inside a device, it would conceal itself by hiding under existing processes in the machine, then once the 2 hour time limit was up, it would ping the initial server from which it had spread to sync up, then check for transactions that it could start scraping credits off of. After thirty minutes of doing this, it would then self destruct by erasing and scrambling it's own data.

The credits that the virus scraped would be transferred to a number of buffer vaults, before transferring to my central vault.

The first run through with the virus managed to make me a decent 7 million plus credits.

Not as much as I wanted, but still enough for me to start putting some of my plans into action.

With that in mind, I began buying up disused warehouses throughout the Wards, one in particular in Zakera Ward I eyed as a place to stay, since it was larger than average, and would be the perfect place to start building my new body.

The other warehouses I would use either as storage or as assembly places to build parts of my new body. It was when I was considering how I would go about building the new body that I realized I had a major problem: I had no arms with which to build stuff, and no body with which to interact with shit.

After considering it for a moment, I decided against trying to recruit organics to help build my body: even if they didn't figure out what they were building, there was still the risk that they would blab about it to other organics. In particular, C-Sec. The moment C-Sec found out I existed, they would try to kill me.

So I had to find another option.

Frustrated, I looked up Mechs as an option, but it turned out that the industry wasn't anywhere near as big as it had been in M2, as it was still a developing industry, and not many people were willing to trust mechs after what had happened to the Quarians.

However, it was while I was researching this industry that I found another potential avenue of aid: Sex-Bots.

It seemed that in this time in the future, the Real Doll industry had grown and morphed as technology progressed, eventually becoming the Sex-Bot industry. Cheap Sex-Bots weren't anything special, they were programmed to have basic locomotion and vocal immersion, but not much else.

The expensive shit, however, looked like skinjob Android/Gynoids, with full locomotion in all of limbs and digits, and the really expensive ones had VI's that could emulate a full personality, for anyone that wanted that kind of thing.

This was a growth industry, by the way, as no other race besides humans had conceived of Sex-Bots before the Humans introduced them. They were especially popular with Salarians, since the vast majority of them wouldn't experience sex naturally for their entire lives.

What this meant for me is that, if I bought one of the more expensive Sex-bots and had it activated, I could reprogram it to serve as a pair of hands for me to use.

With that in mind, I purchased one of the most expensive ones, a male model, and arranged to have it delivered to the primary warehouse, then I arranged with the black market for an organic to come on the delivery day, take it inside, activate it, and connect it to the extranet.

Then I would reprogram it to respond to my commands, and then we were golden.

It would take a few days for the thing to arrive and be activated, so in the meantime, I started working on creating a list of the stuff I would need to start constructing the new body. I would have to wait until I had a bunch more Sex-Bots under my control before I started ordering the stuff, just so that I wouldn't have to rely on the organics to get stuff done.

After I was finished creating the list and preparing the orders, I decided to check on the Citadel Reserve and C-Sec to see if they had noticed the Virus and the effect it had had on transactions for the thirty minutes it had been operating.

In short, the Citadel Reserve had noticed that 'something' had happened, but for the most part their analysts were still focused on the bank accounts that had suddenly appeared then just as suddenly disappeared. They had also marked a few other of my accounts as 'suspicious', but they weren't frozen yet, so I withdrew the money and closed the accounts.

As for the 'something' that had happened, they had one analyst looking at it, but the most they knew was that a fluctuation in the Citadel market had suddenly occurred, then just as suddenly disappeared. It was unlikely that they would be able to track the source since it had disappeared, but I got an inkling that they weren't going to give up their investigation, especially if I had to use the virus a second time.

I internally frowned in consideration: the odds that they would discover me was pretty low, but still not zero, and if they did discover me, I was currently haplessly trapped in a small storage room on the Presidium. I needed a back up plan in case the Build a Better Me plan didn't work or took too long.

With that in mind, I purchased a small FTL capable shuttle, with the plan to have my sex-bot fly it to the primary warehouse first thing once I got it. If things got bad and I had to make an escape, I would just fly on the shuttle.

In fact, it would probably be a good idea to have myself installed in the thing anyway, just in case, and I would do that as soon as the organics got off their lazy butts and actually shipped the sex-bot.

That was one thing I didn't like about being an AI: Having to wait for Organic Meatbags to get shit done.