There were six brand-new exo robot suits standing in the space, their presence was proof that the system had followed her instructions to the letter. But they were not enough to combat the problem of the watchers.
She needed more, an army of exo suits. Maybe one thousand of them. And the cost would be in the billions. She thought of her finances and sighed. "Whatever made me think developing my own territory and protecting others was a brilliant idea." she muttered.
[I believe it was my activation. I would like to remind you that you have a town with a gold mine. As you expand, you will find more income generating ventures outside of scheming the billionaires.]
Her eyes lit up suddenly. She had a gold mine.
"System, I will be needing more. Give me ten more for now, they should be more than enough for the live testing and first exo suit auction."
[At your pleasure, host.]
