The ship launched itself away from the surface of Anrillia. An audience had gathered at one of the higher platforms near the military-industrial zone, watching the hero-ship HMLG Golden Wind ascend with its banners waving in the air. The enormous weathered, grey and golden hull rose into the sky. As the sky turned black, the giant skyhooks dipped into the atmosphere along with a small fireball. They picked up transport ships and mass driver pods and threw them into the void. The HMLG Golden Wind was passed by quick laser-rider ships that went along the newly constructed laser highlines. When the cruiser reached the military Anrillia-gateway it catapulted itself away.
As her mind travelled throughout her memory, Hight Minister Kayelin recalled how she’d told the public how simple economics were. A balance of fiscal and monetary policies to steer the economy. In reality, they were anything but simple. Her government had suggested more bills on economic changes than any other Bastonian government in the last century. Despite the heavy opposition from the blue block, supporting blue parties could agree with her prepositions. Even though Kayelin wasn’t able to serve another term, she wanted the best future conditions for her party to succeed and thus she had to achieve her election promise of increased economic development and equality during times of war. Many times had she considered cancelling the attack on TIE but she realised it wasn’t an option. During times of turmoil when MISE collapsed into civil war she was at her worst. However, the Empocratic model she believed in had proved itself once again and the Musavian nation was restored thanks to the Union's efforts. The Bastonian economy had recovered quicker than most other nations of Bastonias scale. The people were still dissatisfied with her efforts even though she was powerless to stop the galactic recession. She realised the circumstances she could not change would be projected onto her and her perceived competence. It was frightening to her. However, now the circumstances were in her favour. With MISE and multiple megacorporation off the map, Bastonia was becoming more integral for galactic innovation and export.
Electronics, ship components, construction, alloys and lattices, pharmaceuticals and software. These were the primary exports of the largest Bastonian corporations. Though the true extent of the growing economy and fading inflation was the many small businesses that came from the large entrepreneuring class that had caused her so much trouble. And now they would all simultaneously gain access to one of the most powerful softwares in the galaxy. The IPD, retrieved from MISE during the civil war, was the true and only significant spoils of war in Kayelin’s mind. She convinced herself she was not an imperialist but she couldn't help but feel excitement at the news that it had been recovered. Not surprising after enduring 10 years of crisis and war without victory. She was convinced that this was the constant that all Empocrats experience. Empocracy leads to prosperity. Whether it be through some supernatural medium or that the system was just functional was up for debate.
As the HMLG Golden Wind neared the blue surface of Returx V Kayelin couldn’t help but marvel the vastness and depths of the planetwide ocean. The skies were relatively cloudy but it permitted Returx to shine its rays across the ocean surface.
The water from beneath the cruiser began rushing down in a spiral as if a planet-scale drain had been opened. A tube large enough to fit the ship rose a few metres above the surface and drained out its water. The cruiser continued down through the tube. Kayelin watched the darkness cast over the ship. The interior lights activated to illuminate the observation deck.
Welcome to AIC-6. The AI announced.
She stepped out of the HMLG Golden Wind followed Katherine through the tall corridors of the AI core facility. The ceiling was at least 7 metres high while the walls weren’t far apart, barely letting her Guards walk on both sides of her. She looked around in curiosity as the facility manager talked about the architecture of the building. Kayelin forgot about it a couple of minutes thereafter. They arrived into a poorly lit chamber where the hexagonal AI cores stood with their respective names. Cables hung through the ceiling and slithered on the walls. Kayelin was careful not to trip on any.
Alpha 6775 noticed a slight shift in his calculations. He searched for a whole microsecond. It was an economic shift. It wasn’t its field but it could still feel the overreaching impacts affecting its judgement. It suspected that this feeling was equivalent to what sentients called pleasure. He could feel a new algorithm setting in and an increased activity in the facility. He opened a cooling port to compensate and thousands of litres of water proceeded to flood into the cooling system. Alpha 6775 suddenly felt an increased effectiveness in some areas. Military commands towards major fleets were easier, smoother. It suddenly discovered how hindered it had been before this. It communicated with its fellow AI’s. They had felt the same but on a greater scale. He noticed billions of corporate and private devices tapping into the system of software that was run by its brethren.
