The next day after devotion and my morning ablution, I did all left over work, completed updates on my clientele list and also finished my pet project, a multi-expert system. Nothing AI but perfect. From fire wall security to purchase management, straight through navigation system (comprising of those from ships, planes, submarines and vehicles so long as a radar and sensor system was in place there would be 0.003% in accidents through its use. Well save hard ware fault).
Speaking of hardware, some of my big American friends helped me come across Nano-technology. I tweaked mine to feast on some scrap materials, gave them a blue print and structure of a touch screen device and the outcome from 25ml of Nano-fluid was a 7' device with a monster battery life. This I kept to my-self. Reverse engineering was impossible meaning once in the market it was a ghost product but the company would be in hot investigative soup.
I bought robots from Asian black market, and had reverse engineered then with my nanites. So Ruperta, as I called my multi-expert system now had a 1ft hard ware bot body. So once I installed her I installed 7 full dictionaries. 3 for human languages, 2 on computer and medicine and 4 in programming languages.
It was 2 pm when I heard my bell.
'Hello sir, your order.' Ken said with a smile. I was confused but when I saw the receipt I knew who. 'Thanks Ken.'
"RUPERTA! Start talking!" I shouted out.
Hovering in "I went through your surveillance archives from 3months ago and sequences show you should have eaten 2 hours ago." Now that was not in the programing save loyalty and security to me and self-development. "Sir your choices in programing me has made me develop even faster than some high profile systems." With that I knew that she was highly evolving. I checked her for updates and saw over 8016 lines of finished upgrade while around 22,354 pending.
She showed me the cure to cancer but I pointed out it would also kill the person. We then searched for centers for disease control and before I could suggest it she downloaded them. "Ru I don't have such archive space." I asked.
"Sir I'm a digital creature. I've updated all your memory cards, hard drives and servers to be less bulky but of higher capacity. Let's say 110 Exabyte's."
Firstly, her numbers were conflicting with computer data structure. Secondly, studying me gave her a sense of humanity. Thirdly, it defied logic, but how I was on processing speed with her baffled me.
"Ru, work on gathering satellite design and structure. Also survey obscure and unused ones we should have at least two for you. Also work on my spaceship program." I told her.
"Found 267 unused ones with a lot of files to look into. There are thousands of wastes for the nanites to feast from and also clean the orbit space. They can serve for the space ship materials while we clean up. Just as you did with the scrap to tractors." Ru replied.
I then checked Albion and invested an hour in tutorials before going to sleep. 29 hours to the teleportation. Whatever it meant.
Sleep was fitful, a nagging feeling to be ready. But for what? I could not tell. So waking up I decided to visit my miniature gym. Stretching, then pushups, punching bag then to weightlifting. 'Hmm 320, something was truly wrong.' I then visited my tread mill, my head running on thoughts that Ru slowed it down for me.