Uninspired
Mass Effect, Inspired Inventor
06
"Sir, you have a guest."
I looked away from the sliding glass door overlooking my back yard, turning my attention away from micromanaging China and speaking with the new VI I'd made to handle all China-related affairs, Min Tian. Raising an eyebrow at Alpha, I tapped into the security system around the house and found our visitor waiting at the front gate. The Focus tagged him as Victor Manswell, a billionaire space enthusiast like myself, and if it were a few decades earlier, I'd probably mistake him for Elon Musk.
"Wonder what he wants," I murmured, before shrugging and selecting him for teleportation. With a flash of light and a low note of sound, he appeared in my lounge, in front of the chair I was reclined in while I worked. He looked briefly confused, before his lips twitched up into a grin as he realized what had happened and he spotted me.
"Mr. Manswell. Please, have a seat," I gestured to the chair beside mine.
"Thank you. But please, call me Victor," he said, offering his hand.
I sat up and shook the offered hand. "Leon, then," I nodded, and he sat. "Can I get you something to drink?"
"I'll have whatever you're having."
I gestured to Alpha and the gynoid walked away, leaving us alone for the moment. "So, what brings you here, Victor?"
"You do. You, and New Horizons." Shifting his seat to face me, he asked, "You feel it, don't you? The call. The drive to do more. To go out and explore. To boldly go where no man has gone before."
"Every day," I smiled, moving my chair likewise.
"You've been further than any other person alive." Manswell leaned forward in his chair. "You have faster than light travel. How does it work? How far can it go? How fast?"
Chuckling, I sent a few basic schematics to his Focus. "I have two primary FTL drives I use."
"Two?!" the man boggled, and I nodded.
"Short haul and long haul. The material we found at the Prothean site on Mars, what everyone is calling Element Zero. I've figured out how to use it and what it's good for. If you've been following along on my tech releases regarding it, you'll already know some of this, but I've held onto this little gem until I could get a working test model. Because of the way it lowers mass, it's excellent for short haul FTL jumps. Anywhere within the system in a few minutes at most. But it's not ideal for long haul jumps. Between solar systems. That's where my second FTL drive comes in. That's actually the one I had first. It doesn't like short jumps, which is why I've been installing two drives on my new ships. That one works by opening a window into hyperspace and using the higher energy dimension as a shortcut to your destination."
Manswell nodded, looking thoughtful as he looked it over. "Have you left the system yet?"
"Not yet. Not in person, but I've made some tests sending Alpha. I plan to in person soon."
"I see," he murmured. Grinning, he asked, "How much to buy a seat on the first ship out of here?"
I laughed, shaking my head as Alpha returned with a couple of glasses of homemade soda—something I had been experimenting with in my free time to find a healthier alternative to the crap pumped out of big companies. "Mm. Well, that depends. Just for yourself? I could do it as a personal favor. We'd only be gone a few hours. Long enough to get there, explore a bit, and come back."
"What if I said I wanted to send an expedition? Three hundred people, to settle an alien planet."
Humming, I considered him for a moment before I gave my answer. "First off, I'd say you're crazy." Manswell frowned, but before he could get truly upset, I continued. "Secondly, alright you crazy son of a bitch, I'm in."
"Hahaha! Just like that?" the man laughed, and I shrugged.
"Why not? It's going to happen eventually. Better sooner than later. However, thirdly… I'd say wait. Just a little bit."
"Why's that?"
"Well, aside from the usual needing to get people together, figure out their needs, and build a ship—"
"Which could take years," he sighed.
I sent the man a confused look. "Years to get people together? Doubtful."
Looking equally confused, he asked, "I mean the ship?"
"Oh, that. No. I could have one built inside a month." He gawked. "I might be sitting on more than a few advances that I haven't shared yet and I'm going to trickle out over the next few years, to keep things from going bonkers. If you've heard about what's happening with Japan and China…?"
"Something about you building them giant skyscrapers and taking over their power production and recycling."
I sent another file to his Focus. "Close. The recycling and trash disposal is actually a form of matter to matter conversion using beaming technology and molecular assembly."
He caught on very quickly from there. "Money holds no value for you anymore, does it?"
"Nope. I'm fully post-scarcity and trying to trickle that in. It's going to wreck the economy, which means we need an alternate economy. I'm thinking a digital labor-backed currency, but we're getting lost in the weeds there. Point being, my shipyard can crank out a ship the size you'll need very quickly. What I need from you is connections. Workers. Scientists. Security. People from most walks of life, willing to volunteer for the next gold rush. More than that though, if we're going to work together on this, then I'm going to need to bring you in on some new developments."
"What do you mean?"
"Element zero, or eezo. It has an effect on life exposed to it. It's one of many things I'm researching, but I do have some very good preliminary results." I sent him another file, this one showing some of my experiments using my own clones. "Don't worry, that testing was done on braindead clones of myself, flash grown in tubes. I'll sum it up for you: eezo exposure in utero, followed by more exposure through various stages of life, causes the body to develop little nodes in the nervous system that grow around the stuff. You can use electrical impulses to trigger those nodes and generate eezo effects—like areas of anti-gravity or increased gravity. I'm calling it 'biotics.' It looks like there's actually a very low chance of it happening in the wild, to people just exposed to eezo, but with the aid of medical nanites I'm able to safely increase that to 100%, with 0% infant mortality."
"My God, this is… incredible."
"You don't know the half of it. Now, I have to assume that since the Protheans made their drive cores out of this stuff, then it's probably common outside of the solar system. Actually, what we found on Mars might have all been mined right here and moved to Mars for later use—it's what I'd do, instead of bringing a stockpile with me. Some of that would have probably fallen to Earth and affected humans over time, to make us natural biotics. Who knows? But I believe that if other races use this stuff for their drives, they probably also developed biotics. If there are other races out there, and my money says there are, then they've been at this whole game a lot longer than we have. So, if we're going to be prepared for eventual first contact, we need to advance along that tech tree as fast as possible. Run, not walk. Meaning that everyone who volunteers needs to know. They need to be okay with being injected with medical nanites. They need to be okay with their children being given element zero, so they become biotics. Though, if you wait a bit, I'm going to drop medical nanites on the open market, so that won't come as a surprise to them."
Manswell leaned back in his chair, shaking his head with an expression that said his mind had been blown multiple times in quick succession. "Alright. Yeah. I can do that. Get everyone to sign NDAs before revealing it." Looking up, he asked sardonically, "Got any other revelations you want to drop on me?"
"Sure," I nodded. "The reason I was asking you to wait."
"…That wasn't it?"
"Hah. No." I sent him another file and he raised an eyebrow.
"That's… the Pluto superstructure." He looked up and sighed. "You're responsible for that too?"
"Yes and no. Yes, I found and activated it. No, I didn't build it. It was buried under a small planetoid's worth of ice. That thing used to be Charon. I've done some reading ahead now that Alpha has the Prothean database translated, and it's something called a mass relay. It connects to other relays across the galaxy. An entire network of them. I'm testing how to access it, using information and protocols taken from the Prothean ships. Obviously, somebody made them. So… why make them unless they lead somewhere interesting? Like, say, other garden worlds. Other worlds that might be ready for us to just colonize. Once we map that network, we can skip the relays entirely and use hyperspace to get where we want. We've got a head start, in that the Prothean ships had celestial charts of all the relays they knew of in the network, but we won't know the state of what's there until we go look. I need to complete a few more tests and then we can take the thing together."
We spoke for several hours on potential plans for human colonization, and working together to spread humanity to the stars. Eventually, it grew dark outside and Victor left, with the promise to contact me once he had everything taken care of on his end.
As for me, I settled in to start designing a new colony ship/station. Something people could live on indefinitely if need be. Something that would be able to support itself, gather new materials, and whatever else it needed. I knew the upper limits of the mass relays thanks to the Protheans' information, so I could plan within those to make sure we could use the relays.
A mile long. A third of a mile as its widest and tallest, narrowing to an eighth of a mile at the front, but keeping most of its length at a quarter mile wide and tall. Complete redundancy on all vital systems. Atlantean shields under Klein field Wave-Force armor. Hull made of super compressed NTC (naquadah trinium carbon) alloy. Armaments… Point defense repulsor arrays and lasers. Mid-range, railguns. Mid-to-long range Atlantean drone chair interface—Pym particles to shrink them down, so it has a Macross level of those handy—and Asgard beam weapons.
Extra-long range, four spine-mounted railguns the length of the ship—use Pym particles to shrink down the ammunition, which are themselves multi-stage drones/missiles with small eezo drives and repulsors for propulsion/maneuvering, pushing a super dense naquadah enhanced fusion warhead, protected by a force field generator. Fire a shotgun spread of them from the railgun. They enlarge in flight and kick in FTL. Just before impact, the eezo drive separates and flies past, before looping around and returning to base for reuse. Repulsors guide it in the rest of the way. Force field protects it from point defense and shuts off just before impact with either a shield or enemy hull. The whole thing detonates either on top of, or preferably inside, an enemy ship.
Oh! Actually, hang on! Make them a little bit bigger. Have them carry a complement of six Atlantean drones. The drones launch and fly off just ahead of each missile. Hopefully, they hit whatever shield the enemy has up and can punch a hole for the missile. And we're sending these things in waves of ten from each railgun.
Attack craft? Dreadnought? No, that was just for self-defense for a colony ship. And preemptive self-defense, if they ran into trouble. I'd make actual gunships later.
One year later, 2071 AD.
"I'm here on the bridge of the First Out, the colony ship of the Manswell-Reynolds Expedition. With me are Victor Manswell and Leon Reynolds—the billionaire playboy and the elusive boy genius he's taken under his wing. We're about to begin the maiden flight of the First Out, and humanity's first step out into the wider universe. Tell me, gentlemen. What can we expect to find out there? Little green men?"
"Blue," I grunted, not looking up from where I was studying the sensor feed from my drone scout ship, piloting it in real time as it traversed the mass relay—not the relay between Earth and Arcturus, but the next jump, between the Arcturus Stream and the Exodus Cluster.
"Excuse me?"
Distractedly, I said, "Blue is more likely than green. Also, if we're being honest here, if alien races don't have fifty-one flavors of biological sex, or even two for that matter, they're more likely to be female—or some approximation. Assuming they're warm blooded, assuming humanoid physiology, assuming mammalian for the evolutionary advantages of feeding an infant a liquid diet of breast milk. Birthing requires the ability to give birth, which requires what we'd call female characteristics."
"Uhh…" the reporter stalled.
Victor laughed. "She was joking, Leon."
I blinked, finally looking away for a moment. "Sorry, kinda busy," I pointed to my Focus. A moment later, the sensor and video stream in my head changed from the constant blur of mass relay travel.
"Haha. It's understandable—"
"Shut up. Shut the fuck up," I held up a hand to silence the woman, who flinched.
"What is it?" Victor asked, looking very interested now.
I sent the results of my scout ship's scans to their Focuses. "Yellow sun. Five planets. Second planet is green. Green and blue. Scans showing oxygen rich atmosphere—completely breathable, but 1.45 Earth norm, so it's going to be a little bit of an adjustment. Mean surface temp, 73.5F."
"Who still uses Fahrenheit?" the reporter muttered.
"The guy who got to FTL first," I rolled my eyes. "Fine, 23C. Gravity, 1.04g. Rotation and orbit calculations say it's got a 64.1 hour day and 2.5 year orbital period—meaning long days, long nights, long seasons. Picking up lots of plant and animal life. And… minute energy signatures. Old structures. Looks like ruins."
"A garden world with alien ruins, almost perfectly suited to human life," Manswell whispered, and I nodded. Grinning, he reached out and slapped my back. "Well, what are we waiting for?! Let's get this show on the road!"
"Captain, if you would?" I asked.
"Aye, sir," the retired navy man Victor had dug up from somewhere nodded from where he was seated. "Helm, lay in coordinates and engage the hyper drive."
"We're getting underway now. This is all very exciting," the reporter spoke quietly, looking into her drone as people on the bridge spoke.
I watched the wrap around holographic display as the ship began to move and the hyperspace window formed in front of us. As soon as we were in, the captain ordered, "Engage the eezo core."
The ship didn't shudder, there was no visual indicator that anything different was taking place, but the ship's sensors detected that we had gone from hyperspace to what I was calling hyperlight—FTL inside of hyperspace. A countdown timer began and my lips twitched into a grin. The scout ships' trip through the Charon mass relay to Arcturus had taken about sixteen hours. Getting the mass relays on the other side up and going again had taken the better part of a day even with the right codes to turn them on. From there, my scout ships had been traveling nonstop through the other two relays for the last day, before one of them finally came out at what I suspected to be Eden Prime, while the other was still in transit.
The countdown timer read just over an hour—and that was with us taking our time. Technically, while we were using hyperlight travel, we weren't pushing the hyperspace engines at all. This was a shakedown cruise, after all. The purpose was to test the various systems and make sure everything worked.
I should build a stargate—specifically, a ship gate. Pretty sure I know where the guy who designed the gates went wrong, with the whole 'one wormhole in or out per system' thing. I think I can have each gate send an identifier for what it is and then have multiple sizes of gate. So, man gates, i.e. normal sized stargates, would be planet-side. All of the usual rules apply there. Next size up, equipment gates. Big enough to get a lot of freight through at a time. Finally, ship gates. Those big fuckers in space, large enough to send a mass relay through.
So, how do you keep the wormhole from jumping from one to the other, or one being on keeping the other out of use, or any one of the numerous problems with multiple stargates in use in a system? A unique identifier for gate size. A man gate will only open man gates, a cargo gate will only open cargo gates. Set up a channel or frequency system, so each one uses its own unique channel or frequency, that way you could have one of each type open. Maybe multiples of each.
I had the tech to do it, I just lacked the resources, which I could get by converting a few asteroids in Earth's belt. So, I sent the order via Focus to have my resource drones out in the belt do exactly that. I'd still have to make one on the receiving end, but that wasn't a problem.
"I'm going for a walk. I need to get some work done. I'll be back on the bridge in time for our arrival," I announced, and turned to exit the bridge.
"Ah, Mr. Reynolds, I was hoping I could get a personal interview?" the reporter, whose name I'd never bothered to learn, or even read off her tag in my AR display, asked.
"Maybe later."
"Haha! Don't feel too bad, Janet," Victor laughed as I stepped out into the hall. "He's like that with everyone. Why don't I give you an interview—?"
The door slid shut and I stepped into the lift opposite the door to the bridge and selected the interior garden area. There was no sense of motion as the pod moved through the ship. We had inter-ship teleportation, but relying entirely on either teleportation or hoofing it down corridors of this mile long behemoth seemed like a bad idea. So instead, we had lift tubes all throughout the ship. Four tubes running the entire length of the ship, that branched off regularly into different sections of the ship. It might not get you right to your front door, but it would get you close enough.
The door opened and I stepped out into the park area. The center of the ship was all green space, divided between a multi-level farm and a large park full of flower beds, bushes, and trees, with a pond in the center. The self-contained biome was like a little slice of Earth we carried with us. It had insects, birds, squirrels, bunnies, field mice, and even some cats and dogs and was basically somewhere people could go to pet tame animals and relax. The farm area had pigs, chickens, rabbits, sheep, and cattle—all things we planned to offload on whatever planet we landed on so we would have familiar livestock to raise and eat while we tested the local stock.
Walking out to the pond, I found a nice place on the shore and sat down. A moment later, I was joined by a mutt that had apparently claimed me. All of the pet animals here were rescues from shelters, except for the bunnies.
"Who's a good boy?" I asked as the dog dropped his head in my lap and absently rubbed his head.
I opened up my menu and went over everything, but my attention was mostly on my points and the available missions.
Leon Reynolds. Experience: 10000xp. Points: 5925
I had new sections for side missions opening up. Some for 'Milky Way' and others for specific areas of the galaxy, then further subdivided by planet. For instance, I had an entire list of quests just for Eden Prime. I still wasn't finished with all of my quests on Earth, but then I wasn't sure I ever would be.
Some, like cleaning up the planet, were still ongoing even if I had made absolutely huge strides there—especially when I actually managed to clean up the oceans. No more plastic, microplastics, garbage islands, and other crap—though my menu didn't count shipwrecks as 'pollution,' I guess since most became reefs and habitats for wildlife. Japan and China were completely clean now—the cleanest countries on the planet, in fact, and it was drawing attention from the world over, with people wanting to pay me to get on that train.
I was slowly agreeing to it, but only on the stipulation that countries that wanted the treatment had to agree to switch their power production over to my plants (which I wasn't charging a dime for), their industrial production over to my equipment, and let me fix their cities. Every third and even second world country I'd spoken to had seemed like they would take the deal. Conversely, every single first world country was extremely resistant to it, and places like the United States had corporate interests, namely the big energy companies, trying to lobby to make it illegal to build new plants in the US, or at least bury me beneath a mountain of red tape. I was almost to the point of just building a plant and upgrading everyone's home without asking, and disconnecting them from the local power plants. It was on my to-do list.
Likewise, I had offered medical nanites to Japan after testing them in China and showing how effective and safe they were. There was some complaining about human testing on a population that hadn't agreed to it… which quickly went away when I reminded them just why China was in the dog house and pointed out that I had objectively made their lives better. Japan was taking a slower approach to deployment, but they were deploying them. The US and every other first world country were all fighting to ban the technology—no doubt helped along, again, by lobbyists for certain very large corporate interests. They weren't just urging caution with adopting new technology, they were trying to outright ban it because they saw their cash cow being led to slaughter.
Of course, there were already attempts ongoing to try to reverse engineer that tech, namely by various government entities around the world kidnapping native Chinese who had medical nanites and trying to extract them. Too bad I'd planned ahead for that.
The technology was so far in advance of what the rest of the world had that it would take decades, if not a century or more, for them to do more than scratch the surface. They didn't have the base tech level to properly interact with them beyond physically poking them and eyeballing them through equipment, nor did they have the equipment to build more, or the necessary gear to talk to them. Beyond that, I had blackboxed the tech to hell and back, because nanites are dangerous and I didn't want someone monkeying with something they didn't understand and making grey goo, or repeating any one of the numerous Stargate nanite-related fuckups.
Just to fuck with anyone trying it, I'd left a final little surprise. Any nanites extracted from a human body and separated from their host swarm by more than a foot would have a sudden, intense exothermic reaction resulting in their destruction. Basically, a kill-switch that would effectively turn them into thermite and cause them to burn up if someone tried to extract them for testing.
And since every single nanite swarm could and did phone home back to me, I got to see live reactions to beakers going 'pop' and scientists crapping themselves when it happened. It was hilarious every time.
That was probably a big part of why they were so interested in trying to drag me into lawfare, a money fight they thought they could win. It really was just too bad for them that very soon, I planned to fuck off from Earth entirely, and at that point I'd be dropping tech on them whether they wanted it or not. I was planning to give them access to a new shipyard I was constructing in Luna's orbit and toned down versions of the tech I could produce and hand all of that off to the various governments of Earth equally. Followed by dropping open source designs for flying cars, clothes, personal armor, environment suits, personal shields, weapons, and other things, then giving everyone on Earth access to the satellites containing replicators that would make whatever they want and beam it to them, ordered straight from their Focus. I would have drones sweep over every country and institute every change I wanted to make and not give anyone any say in the matter. If it destroyed the economy, then it was up to them to figure that out and decide where to take things from there.
Could I handle it better? Yes, I'm sure that if I sat down with the various governments, we could eventually work something out in the next twenty or so years, after numerous concessions to the people and businesses who owned them.
The question was, while that was going on, how badly would it slow my race down the tech tree?
The answer I'd come up with was that anything that slowed it down at all was unacceptable, which meant I wasn't going to do it. I could build another VI and let it handle the job, but already people and various government and business entities were treating Alpha less like a person and more like an IVR system. That is, yelling 'I want to speak to a human' at her and refusing to interact with her if they thought they could get away with it. Everyone wanted to talk to me, not someone they perceived not as my secretary/assistant, but a walking phone system they could try to bypass.
My time was too valuable for that, so since they refused to deal with Alpha, that sort of limited my options.
I had already deployed Horizon tech to Mars, Mercury, and Luna along with shielding units that would give the planets (and moon) proper, permanent magnetosphere and contain their atmosphere. Drones were moving into position in various places in the solar system to grab ice and drop it on those three targets, the shield allowing it to pass before closing back up again, so they would have liquid water. Given the self-replicating nature of the tech and its geometric growth, I expected both Mars and Mercury to be garden worlds inside of fifty years—at which point, the Horizon tech would go dormant, once the AI running it was certain the biosphere was self-sustaining, under the shield. I had given the folks at Armstrong and the Prothean site a very stern warning not to interfere with the terraforming robots and what could happen if they did, and so far they were leaving them alone.
And with all the quests I have to start terraforming… Gonna need to make seed ships. Not seeing a reason not to start now, I got to work on just that.
I started with the same hull design as the First Out and kept most of the interior systems. Because I wasn't expecting humans to ever set foot on it, I stripped things down to a bare minimum for a skeleton crew, just in case, before turning all that space used to house our travelers on the First Out into storage space.
I'd had the thought earlier, so I went ahead and implemented it now, splitting my attention to feed in designs for three different sizes of stargate. The man and cargo sized gates would be carried, shrunken, aboard the seed ships, while each ship would carry a fleet of construction drones that it could replenish as needed, which it would release upon entry to a new system. Those drones would find somewhere suitable to get materials and then construct a space gate.
Once those drones were done with the space gates, I had another task for them. Since I wasn't keen on someone finding my garden worlds and deciding to do a little piracy, kidnapping, and/or slavery, I made sure to design defensive satellites that would warn off any vessel approaching one of the planets, with a very… human-centric AI running them, programmed with absolute disgust and loathing for anything sentient with more than two eyes, arms, and legs—and most especially things with tentacles and vaguely cuttlefish looking. Those, it would snipe from across the system and keep firing until they were dead. Additionally, since defensive satellites probably weren't enough, I would have those drones construct shipyards and fleets of ships, and with a subspace link connecting them all together, I could communicate with and shoot upgrades to them whenever it was necessary.
More space would be set aside for shrunken reentry vehicles with fabricator drones, which would have orders to begin constructing Horizon tech. They would then produce everything necessary to recreate most Earth species on the target planet—everything from single-celled organisms up to redwoods, whales, elephants, all the way up to humans (though, those last ones, I was going to hold off on for a while). Some things hadn't made the cut, but I didn't think anyone would miss every single parasite species on Earth, or things like roaches, fire ants, killer bees, murder hornets, or zombie fungus.
When I was satisfied with what I had, I sat back and opened my menu again.
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Tech Trees:
1. Arpeggio of Blue Steel II. -100 points.
2. Battle Angel Alita (Manga) II. -100 points.
3. Terminator II. -100 points.
4. Cyberpunk II. -100 points.
5. Mass Effect IV. -100 points.
6. Stargate VI. -100 points.
7. Marvel (Cinematic Universe) VI. -100 points.
Upgrades:
None available until next refresh.
Tech Tree
1. Mass Effect III.
2. Stargate V.
3. Marvel (Cinematic Universe) V.
4. Big Hero 6 (Movie Universe) Max.
5. Battle Angel Alita (Manga) I.
6. Terminator I.
7. Cyberpunk I.
8. Horizon (Game) Max.
9. Arpeggio of Blue Steel I.
Upgrades
1. Fast Learner.
2. Mechanical Savant.
3. MacGyver's Apprentice.
4. Nimble Fingers.
5. Crash Override.
6. Bishop Administrator.
7. Sell By.
8. Neural Mancer.
9. CAD Master.
10. Russian Roulette.
11. Delayed Gratification.
12. Gacha Whaler.
I had a lot of points saved up now, so I went ahead and started spending them up upgrade my trees.
For AoBS, I bought every level available, up to the maximum of X. That cost me 900 points, but as information filled my mind, I knew it was absolutely worth it.
Battle Angel Alita maxed out at level V for another 400, but I didn't think that was as high as it could actually go given what it contained. It seemed to be missing some things. I complemented that with more Cyberpunk, up to the max of level III, for another 200. Terminator maxed out at IV, for 300. Likewise, given I knew it had time travel tech and I didn't see it, I had a feeling that wasn't the complete tech tree.
That left me with 4125 points, so I turned to my bread and butter trees. Surprisingly, MCU stopped at VII, for another 200—which got me all of the various alien tech—while the next level went up to a 1000 point cost.
"For that much, it'd better be the fucking stones or something," I mused, deciding to hold off on blowing that much on one level and moving on to Stargate. As with Marvel, I got another two levels out of it, putting me at VII for 200 points, before the cost jumped to 1000 per level. The seventh level contained Wraith tech and a bunch of other technology from alternate universes seen in Atlantis and SG-1, so it left me wondering just what I would get for the next level considering I had everything in the series that I could remember aside from the star crafter tech.
Finally, I dumped several levels into Mass Effect, getting it up to IX before the cost increase. That got me everything from not just the current cycle, but the Protheans' cycle, a lot of things that must be from Andromeda, and the Reapers' own tech. Probably another case of tech that lets you craft stars and shit.
That left me with 3125 points and a whole lot of new tech to start incorporating. So many new projects to do and things I could actually advance now. I just needed to go on a bit of a trip and gather a few genetic samples to take care of some of those missions…
Going to need to do a bit of a redesign on the new seed ships, defensive platforms, shipyards, and everything else I make for myself. AI waifu shipgirls for the win. I almost feel sorry for whoever decides to attack us first. Almost. I don't, though.
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Tech Trees:
1. Mass Effect X. -1000 points.
2. Stargate VIII. -1000 points.
3. Marvel (Cinematic Universe) VIII. -1000 points.
Tech Tree
1. Mass Effect IX.
2. Stargate VII.
3. Marvel (Cinematic Universe) VII.
4. Big Hero 6 (Movie Universe) Max.
5. Battle Angel Alita (Manga) Max.
6. Terminator Max.
7. Cyberpunk Max.
8. Horizon (Game) Max.
9. Arpeggio of Blue Steel Max.