Legendary Scene — Malibu Fortress, Lisa's Precision, and the Empire's Next Moves
Years Passed — 1999 to 2002
Daniel stood atop the jagged cliffs of Point Dume, Malibu, California. Below him, the endless blue of the Pacific Ocean stretched beyond the horizon. Seagulls circled overhead, unaware they were flying above the future headquarters of one of the most dangerous minds alive.
Behind him, construction crews, architects, and discreet security teams operated like clockwork. His mansion — no, his fortress — rose from the cliffs like a monument to power. Sleek, brutalist architecture fused with glass, steel, and reinforced concrete. It mirrored the aesthetic of Tony Stark's home… only ten times larger, armored, and riddled with hidden systems no one could penetrate.
Lisa, his AI system, spoke with a human-like warmth, her voice cutting through the coastal wind:
[Malibu Fortress update:][Point Dume estate construction at 78% completion. Enhanced structural integrity exceeds military standards. Cliffside helipad operational. Encrypted communication hubs installed. Target completion date: Q1 2002.]
Daniel smirked, eyes fixed on the Pacific. "Good… when the world starts asking questions, I want to answer them from here. Every emperor needs a throne."
Lisa continued:
[Estate specifications:][Total size: 96,000 square feet. Underground bunkers: 4 levels. AI control center embedded within foundation. Full automation. Armed drone patrols scheduled for Phase 3 completion.]
Daniel's grin widened, the salt air filling his lungs. "No one gets in. No one gets out. Just the way I like it."
Lisa's tone shifted smoothly to the empire's financial status:
[Personal finances update:][Liquid assets: $382.7 billion USD. FUTURE conglomerate valuation: $1.4 trillion USD.]
"And the jet?" Daniel asked.
[Boeing 757: Custom modifications complete. Final delivery in 7 months. Includes encrypted communications, EMP shielding, and luxury suites.]
Daniel exhaled, satisfied. His empire was no longer theoretical — it was tangible, stretching from entertainment to defense, from Wall Street to Silicon Valley… and now, perched above the Pacific, his fortress crowned it all.
Lisa, ever precise, added:
[Reminder — Football Club Barcelona acquisition window approaching. Financial instability detected. Target takeover between 2000 and 2002.]
Daniel chuckled. "We buy them when they're weak. Ronaldinho… Ronaldo… the world's greatest on my team."
Lisa's voice softened, conspiratorial:
[And every victory they celebrate — carries your invisible signature.]
Daniel looked toward the half-built mansion, the steel framework catching the California sun.
"Invisible for now… soon? Unstoppable."
Lisa replied, almost playfully:
[History remembers the bold. You… are rewriting it.]