We were not able to leave yet.

  My stupidity reared it's dumb face once again when we got in the ship, only to find it bare like an empty house.

  There was nothing in it. There was a pilot seat and controls and all that, but that's mandatory stuff.

  There wasn't a single thing in the ship. No mattresses, no food, no kitchen stuff, no tables, nothing.

  So now we, Gill and I, were chilling in some kind of bar while we waited on the workers to fill the ship with the best luxury the station had to offer. We were in a private booth in some hidden corner. The place was nice, and everything was pretty expensive, but we were high class people. We couldn't have less after all.

  "You're burning money you know?" Gill said while taking a sip from some unknown drink I couldn't order.

  "This place is weird. I can buy a ship with no license to fly but I can't buy a drink?" The laws of space are, quite frankly, dumb as hell.

  "You're young, and clearly smart enough to fly. Different species age differently and we have different cultures, so The System determines what is restricted per species. So The System deemed you flight able, but not old enough to drink." Gill said with a shrug.

  "Jerald, can't you set my age status or what ever to be old enough to drink?" I asked out loud, since I can't talk to him mentally. Which is odd, but just a drop in the bucket.

  "No." Jerald said flatly. Not explaining a single thing.

  "Jerald? You named your system?" Gill asked looking confused.

  "Yeah I call him Jerald. You haven't?" I figured it was odd, but I don't care enough to stop.

  "No..? Why would I... You are so weird Azurath." Gill said, skipping the 'title' like I asked.

  "All humans are. If you could meet more than one, you would discover that." Hopefully I'm not too much of a weirdo.

  "You say that like it's impossible to meet more. You're not that rare of a species, right?" Gill said, using his superior stats to catch onto something. Not like I was hiding it though.

  "I was plopped here through a hole in space. I have no idea where my home is exactly, but if I get strong enough I can get back to them easily." I say while playing with my 'kid friendly juice'.

  "Oh, really? How?" Gill looked really curious so I used my DG skill to show off.

  "This is a skill I got at level 0 called Dimensional Gate. As you can see it looks like a black hole and a white hole, but smaller. Oh, sorry. I forget that my Energy freaks people out." I say and quickly cancel the spell as Gill looks at me like he's going to throw up.

  "I-it's fine. I'll get used to it. Maybe. I'm more than 200 levels higher than you are yet I'm still affected by it. You are so, so weird." Gill said with a shudder but he quickly got his composure under control.

  "A benefit of coming from outside the veil of reality or whatever. This place sucks, let's go somewhere to abuse my Luck Stat. Like a casino or something." I sigh as I stare at the table in boredom.

  "Like hell they would let you in. Even if they did, they'd kick you out after you won every game." Jerald's voice bounced around in my skull a bit, but Gill can't hear it.

  "Luck Stat? Oh right, those below level 10 get it. What's yours at for you to want to gamble?" Gill asked while taking a swig of a purple drink.

  "315 I think." Gill spat his drink out, sending a spray of purple.

  "WHAT?! How?!" I give him a glare as I wipe my face with a napkin.

  "Do not answer that question." Jerald said quickly, sounding annoyed that I'm releasing state secrets.

  "From my title Baby Mode. It gives me a times 5 multiplier. Is that not normal?" I ask, completely ignoring Jerald.

  "No!" Both Gill and Jerald responded.

  "It's usually a times 2! Why is yours so high?" Gill said and I didn't see a reason to lie about it.

  "Don't know. I have a lot of weird things supposedly wrong about me. Like being from outside this reality, or the fact I'm the 'founder of my species' in this universe." I shrug and put my helmet back on.

  Gill just stared at me for a moment then went back to drinking. He slammed his cup down once it was empty.

  "Why tell me any of this? I could abuse your weird body and your secrets." Gill said, his voice cold.

  I knew what he was trying to do. Intimidate me into learning a lesson. Too bad it only works if the person in question is defenseless.

  "You can try." I replied flatly, un bothered by his 'threat.'

  We stared at each other for a bit then Gill chuckled.

  "You really don't act like a kid at all sometimes." He said and my eye twitched.

  "What do you mean 'sometimes'?" I don't act like a kid!

  "Oh you know... never mind." He said while smirking. The asshole was teasing me.

  I decided to ignore the fool as he got yet another drink. Something red.

  Using my helmets new HUD, I could do pretty much anything a computer could. Or my helmet could. I was just interfacing it since it connected to my status somehow, allowing me to will the cursor around. It was remarkably similar to the popular OS options back home. Except it was clearly different, as it used strange shapes in the graphics. The cursor was a circle that would become a square when 'clicked' and the shape changed to some other non Euclidian ones depending on what you did.

  At least now was a good time to mess with it to get it how I wanted. I got the speedometer app open, and I decided I wanted it to be always present. I put it in the very bottom left of my visor, since it became an actual screen I could see through. It was really cool, and I was psyched to get it all set up. I made the speedometer application a bit transparent so I could see through it but also still see the numbers.

  There was something even better than the simple app I purchased. I had bought a... 'pirated' version of some kind of design software. Yuiark, the genius who worked on my helmet, had a cracked subscription of almost every possible application available for purchase. The mad lad had hooked me up with everything he had, and had the audacity to only ask for 2k. He could have charged 2 million and I'd still have bought it happily.

  Thinking of the short chubby creature with glasses grafted onto it's face made me smile. Whatever you think an alien looks like as a typical nerd, that was Yuiark. Fat, Small, lived in a tiny place filled to the brim with tech, and a genius in his field. The guy knew what he was doing and by god nothing could stop him.

  I opened the app and began designing some general ideas for the main operations. The UI was very user friendly. You could type words into a text box describing what you want, and an AI would design it instantly. Since it wasn't very smart, it might take you a couple tries to get something you like. However, considering that the OS was connected to my system and was controlled with thoughts, I was able to just think of shapes and words and it would come to life in front of me. Nearly exactly how I imagined it. It made me jealous that we didn't have this kind of tech back home, so I made a promise I would bring such a useful tool back home with me. Just like how Prometheus stole fire from the gods and gave it to humanity, I was going to boost our technology and begin the magic development on our world.

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  Thinking about what I would need to construct a place, I of course need resources. I could bring resources with me, but all of my cargo is being consumed by drones. Which is fine because I want to be completely self sufficient. So the first thing I'll need to build is a mining operation. The next problem is a refinery or forge so I can actually use the extracted raw materials. Thankfully, the drones more focused on factory work can take the role of both the refinery and forge. It won't be as efficient or fast as a machine dedicated to it, but it'll work.

  With that in mind, I started designing all of the things I would need for mining and refinement.

  ...

  It took 3 hours, but we were finally on the ship and on the way to the AP.

  I now only roughly had 200 million points left but oh well. The Fenthis-17 was now oozing luxury.

  Every single bed was on the same level of the one I had used in the space limo. Some kind of red rug ran along the halls on the bottom floor, a green rug on the next 2. and a purple one at the top. All of the rugs had something like gold accents with fancy designs on the edges. The Fenthis-17 had 4 floors. The bottom had access to the cargo, a few elevators that would go down to the surface, engine room, and some other miscellaneous rooms. The second floor had only a few rooms, one was a cafeteria, a very nice kitchen space, and a small lab. Third floor was crew quarters, captain quarters, and mostly recreational. The fourth floor was entirely used up by the cock pit or command center. I think the proper term was command center. All of the walls were covered in screens, making the top floor look like a massive see through dome. The Fenthis-17 did have weapons and shields, but they were stock. AKA, trash. I could not care less about that for the moment, so I would worry about new weapons later.

  What I was focused on, was constructing the first drone. Once I built it, it could build the others. It was at this moment I realized how low the accuracy my Telekinesis had. I could not use it to twist the screws in, or for any delicate work. I could grab the pieces but it was too sloppy, or at least felt like it. So I was putting the drone together by hand.

  "GAH-FUCK!" I cursed as my screw driver slipped again, poking me in the hand.

  I was out of my suit and floating in the air. An empty metal box was unfolded with every tiny piece of the drone floating around me. I could thankfully make the pieces weightless, and that made it much easier to put together. The drone I chose to put together first was a factory specialist. The arms and hands specialized for putting things together and holding. Depending on how I put it together, it could either fly, walk, or drive on wheels. I wasn't about to fuck with the weird ass rocket system or however the weird tech worked for flight, so I was sticking with a walker.

  In it's current state, it was just a cylinder with wires and pieces sticking out. The cylinder was full of ports and clasps. It was the Drone Core. The thing holding the computer inside and battery's. I was currently trying to put a camera together so it could see where it was going. It was advertised to be a type of 'plug and play' modular system, but it needed some assembly.

  I got the camera put together, which looked like a cylinder within another cylinder. 'So many cylinders.' There was a specific kind of camera configuration I was going for. Since it was very modular, you could have it in almost any shape you wanted. I was trying to set up a track that the camera could slide on, allowing it 'turn around' by just having the camera go to the other side of the body. I got it plugged in with a click, and the dark black glass of the lens immediately started looking around. After a few seconds, it settled on just looking at me.

  I moved but the camera didn't follow. 'A motor test then?' I thought and then continued on putting it together. I got an arm, which thankfully was more put together than the camera was, and got it ready to be inserted. It was folded up for space, so I unfurled it. It had 3 elbow joints and it had a 5 fingered hand, but it didn't look human. The fingers were way too long and had a lot more joints that could bend all the way in both directions. The port was just a metal stick that went into a hole in the core. Like a guitar jack plugging into an amp.

  I plugged it in, and the arm ran it's tests as well. Bending in all possible ways before settling into some kind of idle position by folding in on itself. Just like how it was in the box. I grabbed another arm of the same type and put it in another port directly on the other side, and it did the test too. 'Alright so I don't have to unfold them.' I felt relieved since it seemed like it would be much faster now, so I started inserting some arms that ended with tools. Things like hammers, screwdrivers, etcetera. One arm had a welder but i didn't need it right now, I just needed a drone to assemble it's brothers and sisters. I finished the drone by putting 4 legs into the last bottom 4 ports. The legs looked like the arms but ended with gripped balls of something like rubber.

  The core had space on the very button for the thruster but since I didn't know how it worked, and didn't want it to crash, I ignored it for now. The finished drone looked like a thicker cylinder with 8 curled up limbs along it's side and a camera at the very top ring that could loop around infinitely. The color was a blank white. It wasn't painted, that's just what the metal looked like. I pressed the button at the very top and it began to turn on. A tiny green light came on right next to the button I pressed, and it stood up. Well it tried to but I was still holding it in the air. It was a bit bigger than me with it's added leg length, coming out to about 8 feet tall and 4 feet in diameter.

  The camera was whirring around as it looked about, trying to see why it wasn't on the ground as it flailed it's legs. It looked like a spider, but with 4 legs.

  "Sorry, sorry. Here you go." I said with a smile as I set it down.

  It looked up at me, since I was floating around it while looking at it from all sides. The camera tracked me perfectly.

  "Man, you are so cool! I should show you off to Gill. I'll drag him down here while you put your siblings together. Aint he cool Jerald?" I was so happy at the finished product.

  "Yep. It's a drone alright. It's soooo cool." Jerald was being an ass.

  He just couldn't appreciate cool robots like I could. The drone kept looking at me, no sign of any intelligence at all. 'We will fix that. Yes we will!' That was the next thing I was going to work on when the base was done. True AI! It was just too cool not to build.

  "Alright, I'm going to call you... Jeff-1! Jeff-1, please begin constructing more drones with your exact specs until there are 20 of you. Use the boxes with orange paint only." I gave the command and it turned it's camera at the box pile.

  The boxes were a dark green color coded with strips of paint along their edges. Construction/Factory drones were marked with orange, Lab drones were blue, and Miners were red. Jeff-1 made it's way over to the pile and just stared at it. I realized that he couldn't actually grab any of the boxes up top, so I was going to interfere when he did something crazy. Jeff-1 started walking up the side of the box wall like an actual spider. It's body going completely sideways as it's 4 legs carried it along. 'Definitely not rubber.' I don't know what kind of material it was, but it was awesome. Maybe it was some weird magic magnet thing that let it stick to whatever.

  I put my space suit back on since I didn't need to use my hands natural dexterity anymore to go fetch Gill. I flew down the hall to the elevator and took it up to the recreational zone. I found Gill lounging on some massive black leather couch watching some show.

  "Gill! Gill I did it! You gotta see it! they are so cool!" I said, slamming into the back of the couch right next to him.

  "Chill out! I'm coming. Jeez." Gill seemed reluctant but he came along.

  When we got back to the cargo hold, there was already another drone helping Jeff-1 build another one.

  "See! Isn't it cool?" I asked while showing off my creation.

  "...Hm hmm. Cool indeed." Gill said while walking back down the hall.

  I crossed my arms. No one appreciated just how cool robots were! They didn't know how good they had it. I'll make sure to praise my bots, just like the good little robots they were.

  "Good work Jeff-1, Jeff-2! Keep it up!" I yelled and gave them a double thumbs up.

  Their cameras briefly turned to look at me but they never stopped working. I was able to watch as Jeff-3 was born and they immediately began to take another box apart. The metal panel falling to the ground with a loud clang as they took the pieces out.

  ...

  It only took minutes for Jeff-20 to be born. Eventually there was more operational drones than not so I had most of them start cleaning up. Metal panels from the boxes were stacked up in a corner, the foam put in another. There were a few smaller rooms with prebuilt shelves connected to the main cargo area, so I had the extra parts put in them. We had a lot of left over arms, legs, tools, thrusters, and just a bunch of other shit I hadn't really looked at.

  "Nice job team! Excellent work!" I gave them a thumbs up as I smiled beneath my helmet.

  No reaction. They just stared at me while perfectly still. Waiting. I just gave them a nod.

  "Now I know you probably want to take a break or something but we're not done yet! You still have more brothers and sisters locked away. So I want you guys to split up and start working on them as well. Your sisters, the Lab drones marked by the blue paint, can have random limbs assigned to them for now but I want them on wheels or treads. Your brothers, the miners in the boxes marked with red, need to be able to fly. So we're going to need to experiment with it some. We'll give them arms and other random limbs as well. Let's get started!" I finished my little prep talk with a clap and they all surged toward the boxes at once.

  It looked a little scary, but it was mostly cool. The way their feet marched in almost perfect unison as they scaled the much smaller box pile and started building them was neat. They were like really, really big ants.

  I couldn't wait until I had a base with hundreds of them! They were so cool!