Dreams and Acts.

Yeah. It's not much. All its former power is left are two small factories and a geothermal power plant. And a few things in the warehouses, but more of a consumables thing. Everything was clear with the power plant, which supported my module, feeding it with energy crumbs, but the factories were a mess. One was military and was supposed to produce a bunch of synths, but it could produce about a grand a day. The other one, on the other hand, was civilian. And more than a simple one. He was making FUCKING TROUBLES! TOY ANIMALS! FOR CHILDREN!

What am I supposed to do with him? When they gave me access to the rest, I thought they would only give me military installations, not a toy factory. Okay. It was easy to run it all. All I had to do was wish, and then the machinery would tell me whether I could do it. So I leafed through the blueprints and tried to figure out what to build in this factory. I downloaded the military. I gave them the task of riveting something like those bots. They had zero intelligence, minimal programming, and were worth a pittance in energy. Hopefully, they can recover some of what I still found underground, but I need to be in working order.

There we go. Universal tech-bot. It looks like a spider, and it's small in size. It should pass for a toy in the factory system. Yeah. The factory's accepted it, and they'll start churning out a dozen of these spiders daily. And that's only at a couple of per cent capacity. Okay. That's taken care of. Power was harder to come by since I had only one power plant and needed help finding something good in the warehouses. Well, that's all I can do for now; even though I'm in charge here, I'm not all-powerful. I'll wait until there are at least a hundred builders, and I can expand the infrastructure. In the meantime, what I always want - to sleep!

After about 200-300 days | Planet New Frontier

After stretching out, I was completely back to normal. I wasn't sleepy at all, but I still felt rested. After checking the plan for the production of synths, I was pleased to notice that the capacity of the plants was growing, and now I had about 354 bots and up to 2000 spiders. And if there was a lot of work for the bots, I needed to figure out what to do with the spiders. They were good for minor repairs in inaccessible places. Still, now the condition of everything here is such that God forbid it would not fall apart to small breakages - as without pants to China. After thinking about it and not coming up with anything, I sent the whole horde to explore the planet as they went. They could move underground at a decent speed, which was perfect.

After waiting for the "change" to leave, I checked again to see what I still had left of my creators. There wasn't much left. Most of it was civilian technology. Bots for construction and city work and stuff like that, medium-sized cargo transporters, equipment for agriculture and stuff like that. All the more or less important devices and blueprints were hidden in special vaults, which had been built for years and were top secret. Pity. It's much easier to live when you have legions of soldiers or battleships hanging in orbit. Whatever. Drawing a flame from the nearest circuit, I ordered the accelerated construction and repair of the factories, using the warehouses with my NZ. It's a shame about the materials, but if I want to change my situation, I have to act faster. I still need to find out what year I'm in. Maybe even people have already been cut out by the harvest, and I will sit here and wait until some seaweed crawls out of the sea and starts chasing me with a stick. Orders have been given, and the system knows its job, so it's time to go back to sleep. It's a strange routine, sleeping for... how many days? 276 days? That's not bad! And sleep again. Well, what can you do?

After giving me the mission to activate me when the building program I had laid down was done, I put myself in stasis.

Six years, three months and 27 days later | The New Frontier

I woke up the same way I woke up last time. But I fell out when I read about how much time had passed. When I calculated it, it was less. A lot less! I went to find out what had happened and found some not-so-good news. About a year after I shut down, several volcanoes erupted, causing a series of earthquakes and tsunamis, and one of them damaged the geothermal power plant. The system had thrown all the power and bots into fixing it. That's what slowed down the rate of production. But fortunately, everything was restored, or I was not very happy at the prospect of sleeping through the rest of the energy in stasis. So, what did the spiders find?

Well, there's good news, one very good news, and one "how-to" news. In six years, the spiders have dug up almost the entire planet. I already had an accurate map of the terrain above and below ground. They've also found a couple more offline and inactive factories and warehouses for now. The system had already sent bots to fix the power lines, though, so I had nothing to do. That's not all the good news, but there's still some small stuff left. To the very good, I classified the discovery by the spiders of a large object builder bot. The blueprints showed that it was a walking bot about four or five meters high and equal in power to about a hundred small-class bots. If I can fix it up, I might even be able to get into orbit; it should have the blueprints. And to the latter type, I referred the news that when I was dumped here in a hurry during the war, they didn't notice the rather evolved creatures that were already at about the transition stage from Neanderthal to sapiens, if you take us as an example. And now, some 66,000 years later, they were at the level of the early Middle Ages. They lived in the woods (but not elves (a pity)) and were very cultured compared with our history. You could even say neat. The problem was that the bot was right in the middle of one of their settlements, and, as I understood it, they worshipped it like a deity. I don't care what they worship, I want my bot, and I don't care about the savages. And as soon as I got the signal that the communication tunnel with the bot was connected, I almost instantly transferred myself into it. As I began to power it up and wake the systems from their sleep, I connected the front cameras and was a bit taken aback. The whole village was standing in front of me regarding inhabitants. Well, it's supposed to be the centre of the settlement for them, so it's a holiday. So, what's swarming in front of me? Looking down, I fell out again. At my feet, on a rather large, flat rock, it looked like a sacrifice was being made. And it looked like me. Seeing a couple of priests, or whatever they had, holding... human-like, though they're all humanoid and look like us, there are differences nonetheless, a girl over a rock, and the head man is preparing, as you can see from here, a sickle. I tried to talk myself out of it. I kept repeating it, but when I looked down again, I was struck by the gaze of weeping green eyes, which seemed to be staring straight into my soul. Well, into the eyepieces, to be exact. I don't know what clicked, but I couldn't stay away now. When I got the message that my energy was over the minimum level, I moved one of my arms toward the one already drawing the knife. I laughed and remembered what happened next for quite some time...