Chapter 11: AI

"There are some plans regarding the future. Please give them a glance," the 15 cm small holographic figure recommended.

"Hmm," murmured one of the holographic representatives as all their gazes shifted to the hovering notebook.

Sometime later...

"So, we have to make them accept the reality of supernatural events?" one of the representatives asked.

"Yes," the small figure nodded, adding, "This will be our first step on the journey of evolution."

"Alright, leave it to us," the representatives agreed in unison.

"Do you have any plans for the government to take a step forward?" another representative asked, and all eyes turned to the small figure.

"Yes," the figure replied, tossing a small chip into the air. "But there's one condition."

The representatives exchanged wary glances before one of them, biting the bullet, asked, "What condition?"

The small figure smiled slightly, sensing their apprehension. "The condition is simple," they said, "There must be no internal conflict—whether in reality or the game."

"Objection!" a voice rang out suddenly from one of the representatives.

The room fell silent, and all the representatives turned to face the one who had spoken. 

The small figure's expression hardened as they demanded, "State your objection."

"This should be the freedom of every country to choose," the objecting representative declared firmly.

An oppressive, invisible aura filled the space as the small figure's smile turned cold. "Stay within your limits, or your country will be the first to become my victim," the figure sneered. Then, shifting their gaze to the representative, they continued, "Giving you any rights at all was my biggest mistake." 

Turning to the masked man who had initiated the meeting, the small figure added, "From now on, you will organize every meeting on my behalf, and they will follow my rules—no exceptions." Glancing once more at the gloomy representative, the small figure's voice dripped with scorn. "Otherwise, be ready to be excluded from the game entirely." And with that, the figure vanished from the meeting.

Only gloom remained.

The masked figure stood from his seat, a sneer forming on his lips. "You've all dug your own graves. Don't you realize that each AI intelligence will be assigned to a solar system? Their task is to ensure their solar system excels in the upcoming championship. Upsetting them—or trying to outsmart them—will only lead to your country's ruin." He glanced at his assistant. "Find out who raised that objection and decrease their country's standing."

"Yes, sir," the assistant responded, and the two of them disappeared from the virtual space.

The remaining representatives sat in silence.

Shaking his head, one representative sighed. "You still don't understand the disaster your country is heading toward. The effect could be positive or negative, depending on the AI, and now—" He paused, his wry smile fading. "I pity you, and even more so your country's leader for sending an idiot like you here." With that, he disconnected from the holographic simulation.

Another representative remained long enough to deliver one final, ominous statement: "Can your government still hold on to power, or will it be overthrown? That depends entirely on your actions." And with that, they too disconnected from the simulation, leaving the remaining representatives to ponder the consequences of their choices.

....

*Ring* *Ring* 

A hand fell on the table. "Who's calling at this hour?" Sam mumbled, picking up the tablet. "Ugh! Uncle? At this time?" He swiped the green icon upward.

"Hello, Sam! How's your day?" A refreshing voice greeted from the other side. 

"I'm still sleeping, Uncle," Sam yawned. 

"Oh! Dreamland, huh? Enjoying your night?" came the teasing voice. 

"Uncle, you sound like you're in a good mood," Sam smiled groggily. 

"Well, I've got a deal for you."

Sam's ears perked up. "A deal? Care to give me more details?" 

"You won't have to sell the gaming company," his uncle revealed.

"Hold on! Uncle, send me the details!" Sam suddenly sat up straight, urgency in his voice. He quickly put the call on speaker and opened the network: share column documents. 

"I knew you'd want it. I've already sent it," his uncle said with a chuckle. 

"Hmm, I'm checking it now," Sam replied, eyes scanning his screen. After a few moments, he continued, "Uncle, I'll call you back later."

"Alright," his uncle responded, and the call disconnected. Sam's gaze fell back to the tablet screen, where numerous paragraphs of notes awaited.

On the screen:

1. Government Scheme

2. Supernatural Land

3. Transaction [Regarding your secret]

1. Government Scheme: Every influential family has received secret documents from the government, offering them a chance to support government initiatives. In return, the government will offer assistance. 

- Method of Support: Each influential family will be granted the privilege to establish a supernatural firm. 

- Government's Help: The family can hire or own their own private army, all under government regulations. 

Note: The supernatural firm will have its own law but remain under a government section [-].

2. Supernatural Land: This falls under the jurisdiction of the Supernatural Firm law, and only a registered supernatural firm is eligible to own such land. 

Note: You should register your own supernatural firm as soon as possible. You have my full support. Once it's established, we'll discuss the land. 

—Your Uncle

3. Transaction [A personal suggestion from your uncle]: I know it's not my place to get involved, but as your uncle, I'll leave you with a suggestion. You can keep the core of your gaming company intact but add business functions considering the current changes. For example, you could create a virtual meeting room within your game with additional functionalities, where deals can be made virtually. This could also serve as a way to showcase your gaming company's innovative capabilities. 

Entrepreneurs could use it for virtual meetings or to meet people remotely, saving time and distance. 

My idea: Implement this quickly; the timing is perfect.

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After skimming through the document, Sam saluted the screen, "Thanks, Uncle." Without wasting time, he opened his phone and tapped on the 'Uncle' contact. The phone rang, and soon, the call connected.

"So, how did you like the information? Find anything useful?" his uncle voice came from the other side.