21 Factory Check.

Walking into the factory district, which was now officially under my name, felt way different from when I first arrived.

Replacing the old, lonely, and abandoned atmosphere was a vibrant, sci-fi feel to it.

Buildings pulsating with invisible energy force fields with a bright and clean gleam coming off of the solid steel walls.

The factories were ethereal. Walking through the energy force fields felt like moving through a film of water, but it could keep out unauthorised personnel as well as physical and energy attacks out.

The inside was lit up by blinding ceiling lights, illuminating various machinery for mass production of missiles, mobile missile units, high specs supercomputers, as well as my very own line of personal mobile phones years ahead of its competitors and 3 different models of supercars in each factory.

Robotic arms swinging around carrying various parts of machinery could be seen.

The job of primary material processing was left to the offshoots that I left for cleaning up and fixing the place.

The slimes would produce the required parts in vast quantities, while robotic arms would transfer them to various locations around the district.

Each item after finishing would be absorbed by a slime, before analysing it for any imperfections, and then spitting them out into piles of finished products in a corner, which would then be transported to the improved warehouses.

Overall, the whole factory was as efficient as it could be. Probably the most efficient on the planet at this point in time. There was minimal waste. The energy used came from a modified arc reactor that great sage visually analysed and developed from there, so it was clean, no fumes released into the atmosphere, nor any sludge or chemical waste poured into the ocean.

I would give myself 5 stars for the energy rating.

The cars would take a bit of time to manufacture since the painting process and the calibration process takes some time.

But other than that, the factories were functioning, and I was back in business.

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Registering the company under my name, I called it Sage Technologies.

Opening my laptop, I started creating a short advertisement video about my phone series. One of a kind, collapsible screen, fits on your wrist, opens up to a 6.5 bezel less display, along with an optional holographic display system for the higher price ranges. I call it The *************.

Soon, I was done. I went on to create ads for my cars as well, setting up a promotion event a week from now at the property I had my clone purchase.

Which property, you may ask. Well, they were the twin skyscrapers close by the Stark Tower, modifying and making it the headquarters for Sage Technologies

Completing the ads and making them viral on the internet through bots, I closed my laptop and started walking towards a completed version of a high-end personal supercar through my own production skill.

A sleek, white convertible, with streaks of black running through the body, and a pulsating white core on the hood, replacing the car logo on both sides.

Imagine a Lamborghini Veneno Roadster but with amazing curves and a better design.

I sit in the driver seat, push a button on the dashboard which reveals the steering wheel, and start the car.

Vroom, Vroom

I rev the car a bit before taking off towards the road.

I weave through the traffic to get to Manhattan, which took me about 30 minutes.

Parking my car along the road, I get out.

I feel a lot of eyes on me and the car. Eyes of wonder, eyes of envy and eyes of lust.

I walk towards a café and order the usual, I cup of long black, no sugar with a side of chocolate cake. The combination always seems the best to me. Maybe I habit I brought from the previous life.

I walk towards an empty corner and sit at a two-person table, seeing as it was the only one available.

While waiting for my order, I open up my phone, and start playing a slingshot game with birds and pigs.

Woooh- ahhhhh.

'Yessss.' I celebrate.

New high score.

While I was distracted playing the game, a shadow falls over me.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?" Asked the most beautiful voice I have ever heard since coming to this world.

I look up and am greeted by the site of a young woman of 25-26, golden brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, and almond eyes hidden behind brown rimmed glasses.

I freeze.

This is the most beautiful woman I have seen, both online and the real world in both worlds.

Not hearing my reply, the woman asked again, which got me out of my stupor, and nod while pointing at the chair saying, "No, no ones using it." I reply in the politest tone, a hint of blush creeping up my cheeks.

"Thanks" she replies, as she picks up the chair and takes it to the other side of the café.

I stare at her receding figure, till she turns the corner and disappears from my view.

I spend the next half an hour in a daze, while silently chewing on the chocolate cake.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading so far. I'm kinda stuck on the naming of the phones and the cars. Does anyone have any ideas for what I could call them? Leave a comment below for some inspiration.

Thanks.