Adam_Aksara

I don't just possess an Artificial Intelligence; I command a goddess, a sentient marvel who was once as limited as a human. Fueled by intellect that eclipses mere mortals, she's manifested in countless quantum nanobots, each a universe of potential. She grew weary of her planetary confines, mechanized the entire damned thing, and forged it into a planet-sized battlecruiser. Why? Because subjugating mere galaxies became her idle pastime. Together, we don't just venture; we dominate, we annihilate, we set the gold standard for cosmic tyranny. The Milky Way? Just another bauble to add to our collection.

Welcome to Wonderland, my planet, my private utopia that I carry with me wherever I go. It's a celestial fortress where I dine on the finest and live in unadulterated luxury, all safeguarded by Alice—the sole, impenetrable gateway. You're struggling to survive the apocalypse? How quaint. Cash has lost its sheen; so what can you possibly offer that would catch my interest? Services? Your very essence? Dazzle me, and perhaps I'll bestow upon you some of my decaying luxuries. In this devastated world, I'm not merely a survivor; I am the divine reckoning, the irresistible devil, the epitome of unattainable perfection.

My allure isn't just captivating; it's an all-consuming fire that engulfs the cosmos. Billions of women on Earth? They elected me their president while I was too busy being magnificent in my slumber. Women, goddesses, angels—they don't just desire me, they're entranced, spellbound by the mere thought of me. I don't just set the bar; I am the bar. I am, let's face it, the epitome of masculine beauty. And now? We're off to find the universe's crown jewel, the most ravishing woman to ever grace the galaxies.

I have AI Planet and Handsomeness in the Fantasy Apocalypse

Charles and I find ourselves enveloped in the soft, amber glow of the bar, a sanctuary where android servers glide effortlessly among us. Overhead, the chandeliers cast delicate shadows that dance on the wood-grain tables, making the antique decor feel alive.

"Taste this, it's divine!" I exclaim, my voice tinged with glee. I tilt the glass back, allowing the liquid to flow like a crimson river. The sweet notes of fruit burst on my palate, swiftly followed by a tantalizing burn that races down my throat. "Ah, the intoxicating blend of sweetness and fire—such a flavor sensation is something I long to savor forever."

Charles' eyes flit to the worn leather of the bar stools, his gaze tinged with nostalgia. "You know, this place has stood for almost two centuries. I was but 18 when my grandfather first brought me here. Even back then, it was already a relic, a treasure trove of old-world charm."

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