From Idler to Tech Tycoon: Earth
Chapter 173: Transfer

Chapter 173: Chapter 173: Transfer

Then, a new, authoritative voice, resonant and omnipresent, echoed through the command room – the Simulation AI. Its tone was final, definitive. "Trial exercises concluded. War simulation training starts now."

A palpable shift in the atmosphere. No more simulated points, no more temporary defeats. This was it.

As the Simulation AI’s declaration reverberated, a new, massive notification flared on the holographic table, momentarily pushing the colossal Krill fleet to the background.

[ TRIAL EXERCISES COMPLETE! ]

[ RATING: S ]

A ripple of stunned silence, then a collective gasp, swept through the command room. An "S" rating. It was the highest possible. Hope, raw and unexpected, surged through the officers. They hadn’t anticipated any reward, let alone one of this magnitude.

[ REWARDS: ]

[ ADDITIONAL EQUIPMENTS ]

[ HANGAR BAY STARSHIP SECTION Unlocked. ]

[ VIRTUAL SOLDIERS ADDED: +30,000. ]

[ FABRICATION BAY Unlocked. ]

[ S RATING REWARDS: ]

[ ANDROID ENGINEERS Unlocked. ]

[ CONSTRUCTION DRONES Unlocked. ]

[ BLUEPRINT: AEGIS SPIRE – SURFACE-BASED PLANETARY SHIELD GENERATOR ]

[ SIMULATION EXERCISE ]

[ SCENARIO: INVASION DEFENSE ]

[ DIFFICULTY: HARD ]

[ OBJECTIVE: BUILD THE PLANETARY SHIELD WITHIN THE TIME FRAME AND PROTECT THE BUILDERS. ]

[ MISSION FAIL NEXT SCENARIO PREDICTABILITY 70%:

RETAKE EARTH - VERY HARD ]

[ MISSION FAIL NEXT SCENARIO PREDICTABILITY 30%: ESCAPE AND FORM RESISTANCE (KRILL HOME PLANET) - IMPOSSIBLE ]

[ MISSION SUCCESS NEXT SCENARIO: SOL SYSTEM DEFENSE - HARD ]

[ GOOD LUCK! ]

The officers, previously gripped by dread, were now brimming with a desperate, exhilarating hope. At the very least, they could fight. They hadn’t expected any reward, and this was surely a monumental surprise.

"A planetary shield?! Are you kidding me?!" Ben exclaimed, his jaw agape. "We can actually build one of these?!"

Anya, her eyes scanning the blueprint details, breathed out, "Android engineers... Construction drones... this is incredible! We have the means to build it!"

"Thirty thousand more virtual soldiers!" another officer cheered. "That’s a massive boost to our numbers!"

Ciano, however, didn’t budge. His gaze was fixed, not on the immediate rewards, but on the grim probabilities of the "Mission Fail Next Scenario." He pointed a finger at the holographic text, silencing the burgeoning celebration.

"Look at this," he stated, his voice low but cutting through the excited chatter like a shard of ice. "This isn’t just about winning this fight. This is about everything that comes after."

He swept his gaze across his officers, their faces now sobering. "If we fail this objective – to build and protect this Aegis Spire – there’s a 70% chance the Krill takes over Earth. And our next scenario? ’Retake Earth’ – on ’Very Hard’ difficulty. A suicidal objective, effectively."

"And the other 30%?" asked, his voice strained, dread creeping back into his eyes.

"Escape and form resistance on their home planet," Ciano finished, the word "Impossible" glowing ominously beside it. He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "This isn’t a ’mission failed, try again’ kind of simulation. Our decisions and outcomes continue the scenario. Meaning, the next mission scenario, if we screw up now, would be monumentally harder. Almost certainly unwinnable, leading to a prolonged, agonizing defeat, or an impossible fight for survival on alien soil."

Anya’s face, already pale, whitened further. "So, this isn’t just about winning this fight... it’s about survival for the next. And the one after that. This is our only chance at a fighting future."

"Exactly," Ciano affirmed, his eyes sweeping across his officers, hardening with grim resolve. "This Aegis Spire is our only chance to turn the tide, to level the playing field, to even survive the coming onslaught. If we build it, we get to defend the entire Solar System – still ’Hard,’ yes, but at least it’s a fight we can win. A fight on our terms."

He slammed a fist softly on the holo-table, the strategic map of the besieged Earth now the sole focus of his attention. "Every single resource we have, every single Spartan, every new Paladin, every virtual soldier we just gained, every Android Engineer, every Construction Drone, every salvaged Krill energy cell – they now have one overarching objective: build that planetary shield within the given timeframe, and protect the builders at all costs."

The officers quickly transmitted the new orders. The digital battlefield on the holo-table shifted as Spartan units began to reroute, their objectives clear, their purpose unwavering. Ciano watched, a grim determination etched on his face. The true war for Earth, within the Chronos-Weave, had just begun.

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Meanwhile, back at the secret chamber, Richard’s android doppelganger maintained its flawless façade. The Divine Concordance meeting had moved into its next phase: the formal transfer of domains to the newly initiated Seats. Krill Khians, the Royal Apostle, radiated a chilling authority from her holographic perch, overseeing the process with Anton Rothschild, the Seat of Coin, acting as her earthly proxy.

"We now proceed with the formal investiture of the Seat of Flame," Krill Khians intoned, her reptilian eyes settling on Martin Rockwell. "Your previous enterprises, Mr. Rockwell, are now integrated into the greater structure of the Circle. Your new domain, however, extends far beyond mere corporate ownership. These domains are yours to command, to shape, to control as you see fit, always in service to the Grand Design of Krill Mainu."

Anton Rothschild, his face serene but his eyes gleaming with proprietary satisfaction, gestured to the holo-table, which now displayed a intricate web of global energy corporations. "Indeed, Martin. You now hold the reins of global energy. The flow of power, from the earth’s veins to the world’s cities, is yours to direct."

Entity

Role

ExxonMobil

America’s flagship oil giant; massive international leverage, close ties to government (Tillerson later became Secretary of State).

Chevron

Mechanisms of Control:

Narrative Engineering: Spins or silences stories depending on strategic timing.

Media Echo Chamber Creation: Orchestrated talking points across networks.

Celebrity & Influencer Deployment: Activates celebrity figures for controlled emotional appeal (social justice, patriotism, anti-extremism).

Crisis Amplification or Suppression: Chooses what counts as a "tragedy" or a "threat."

Control Tech & Soft Power:

News cycle throttling

Trending topic injection

AI-assisted bot farms (indirect via contractors)

Coordination with fact-checking NGOs and think tanks (e.g. Brookings, Atlantic Council)

Ariana Moore’s lips curved into a slow, chilling smile. "The Mirror’s Voice," she mused softly, the title fitting her perfectly. To control what billions see, hear, and believe... to mold their very thoughts. Her gaze drifted back to the doppelganger. And now, with this... this extraordinary Richard Santamo in the Circle... the media narratives I can weave about his ’genius’ and ’innovation’ will be simply unparalleled. A fascinating new piece on my chessboard. She imagined the public frenzy, the unquestioning adoration she could orchestrate.

Then, all eyes turned to Richard’s doppelganger as Anton continued the domain transfer ceremony. Krill Khians’ holographic projection seemed to subtly shift, her glowing eyes lingering on the doppelganger. Interesting, she thought, a faint, almost imperceptible ripple disturbing her serene reptilian features. This human... possesses an unusual resonance. A certain... quality. She, too, had noted Ariana Moore’s overt interest. How typically organic, Khians mused, her mind calculating. Women of all species, it seemed, did indeed compete for a male, especially if the male was as "shiny as the diamond." A silent battle, a primal competition, had begun.

Ariana Moore’s predatory smile tightened, almost imperceptibly, as she sensed Khians’ attention on Richard. A sneer curled within her mind. How dare this glorified lizard even look at him? She’s an Apostle, yes, but she’s still an alien. A silent, furious promise formed in her thoughts: I will take her down. And I will win Richard Santamo’s heart. He will be mine.

Krill Khians, sensing Ariana’s silent challenge, merely changed her holographic posture, straightening slightly, her head tilting back a fraction. It was a subtle, almost imperceptible gesture, but to those initiated in the intricate dance of power within the Circle, it was a clear sign of superiority and dominance.

The other male Seats, notably Anton Rothschild, exchanged knowing glances. A collective, internal sigh seemed to pass among them. Anton even offered a fleeting, almost sympathetic glance at Richard’s doppelganger. Poor bastard, he thought. He has no idea the trouble he’s just walked into. The real games, the ones of power, influence, and even primal competition, had just begun.