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

In the serene heart of the Atlantis Federation, an aura of tranquility often prevails, yet today, an unprecedented whirlwind of drama disrupts this peaceful existence. The culprit: an audacious corporation named Tripod that has set the city-state aflame with its daring maneuvers.

Dawn breaks, and palpable tension hangs heavy in the air. The market buzzes with rumors; each trader's face is etched with a blend of worry and disbelief. Whispers spread like wildfire—Tripod's stock is plummeting, nearing rock bottom. Gossip fills the room, suggesting that the company is on the brink of bankruptcy, teetering on the edge of financial ruin.

The real owner, Charles, along with his family, has already ran to Starhaven, leaving their only granddaughter with the new owner—the Class 2 Citizen, the Grey Area Governor. Adding fuel to the fire, reports of a workers' strike circulate, rendering the once-mighty Tripod vulnerable, its Achilles heel exposed.

Handsome, Wealthy, and Ascending