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Authors: G.R. Cooper
Tags: Science-Fiction, litRPG
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He scrolled through various grasses, flowers and flowering plants; the plant-life that would take newly mineralized soil and give it something to bear, something to minimize erosion. It would take, he saw, several Flora facilities, operating, he assumed, in stages, to get to the ‘kings’ of plant life; the larger trees up to and including the redwood. He wondered if alien plants and animals could be seeded. If so, he saw no evidence in this, admittedly limited, listing.
“Flowers might be a possibility,“ he mused, “as something people might want to place in their flats.” A flower shop, though, didn’t feel to him like the right choice. He made a mental note to return to the idea if nothing better came up.
He moved on to the fauna listings, the most basic of which were coral and the soil-aerating and plant-pollinating Fauna I through to the lions, tigers, sharks and bears; the tops of the various food chains. He didn’t see anything that he thought he could make any money off of. At first. Then, near the bottom of the list, he saw it; he knew what he had to buy. It would require one of the highest level, and thus most expensive, fauna creators, but he was sure that it was the right decision. He selected the entry, ‘ Domesticated Animals ’, and pressed the ‘buy’ button.
Phani Mutha smiled, taking a sip of his beer. He was going to open a pet shop.
Chapter 12
Duncan laughed, reading the email from Phani. He thought that the man had a brilliant idea; just about every player in the game had at least an apartment. Who wouldn’t want a dog or two, or maybe some cats or other pets to liven their place up. Duncan had enjoyed the fish tank, and that was only a display, really; the fish in it were in no way an artificial intelligence.
“What’s funny?” asked Matt.
“Nothing, just a sec,” grinned Duncan, sending off his response to Phani, agreeing to the proposal. The Fauna VI facility was expensive, a couple of million credits - about the profits from a couple of dozen of Eta Bootis runs - but he had no doubt that the pet store would rapidly pay for itself. Besides, he thought, they’d need the facility for colonization eventually anyway.
“Get your head in the game!” shouted Vince, laughing, “We drop in three minutes!”
He was in a shuttle with his four friends, Shannon again the command and control, preparing for combat while an audible countdown sang out; currently sounding off every minute. They’d all received a news flash this afternoon, along with all of the other players based at the Kepler station, that an invasion was occurring on one of the planets in the sector and that a large, joint operation to repulse the attack had been called for that evening.
Mission control was busier than Duncan had ever seen it during his, admittedly short, time in the game. Squads of five jostled to get through airlocks into ships around the entire circumference of the station. Once inside, the countdown building the excitement, everyone read about the upcoming mission’s parameters.
“What’s an ‘orbit drop’” asked Duncan.
“Very cool!” said Vince.
“Yeah,” added Clancey. “Instead of landing and waiting or taking back off, the shuttle will remain in orbit and we’ll jump like paratroops out of the back.”
“It’s only done every now and then,” continued Matt. “It would probably get old if we did it every mission, but this time …”
“With probably hundreds of groups of players,” interjected Vince.
Matt nodded, “ … it should be very, very cool.”
“And I have to sit up here in the shuttle with my thumb up my ass,” grumbled Shannon.
“Lucky thumb,” cracked Vince.
“Stoofoo, jackass!” laughed Shannon.
A message came over the loudspeaker, “Two minutes to drop!”
“Won’t we splat? asked Duncan.
“Nah,” said Matt, “we’ll fall through the atmosphere just fine. Keep your helmet faceplate closed. A parachute will automatically
“Flowers might be a possibility,“ he mused, “as something people might want to place in their flats.” A flower shop, though, didn’t feel to him like the right choice. He made a mental note to return to the idea if nothing better came up.
He moved on to the fauna listings, the most basic of which were coral and the soil-aerating and plant-pollinating Fauna I through to the lions, tigers, sharks and bears; the tops of the various food chains. He didn’t see anything that he thought he could make any money off of. At first. Then, near the bottom of the list, he saw it; he knew what he had to buy. It would require one of the highest level, and thus most expensive, fauna creators, but he was sure that it was the right decision. He selected the entry, ‘ Domesticated Animals ’, and pressed the ‘buy’ button.
Phani Mutha smiled, taking a sip of his beer. He was going to open a pet shop.
Chapter 12
Duncan laughed, reading the email from Phani. He thought that the man had a brilliant idea; just about every player in the game had at least an apartment. Who wouldn’t want a dog or two, or maybe some cats or other pets to liven their place up. Duncan had enjoyed the fish tank, and that was only a display, really; the fish in it were in no way an artificial intelligence.
“What’s funny?” asked Matt.
“Nothing, just a sec,” grinned Duncan, sending off his response to Phani, agreeing to the proposal. The Fauna VI facility was expensive, a couple of million credits - about the profits from a couple of dozen of Eta Bootis runs - but he had no doubt that the pet store would rapidly pay for itself. Besides, he thought, they’d need the facility for colonization eventually anyway.
“Get your head in the game!” shouted Vince, laughing, “We drop in three minutes!”
He was in a shuttle with his four friends, Shannon again the command and control, preparing for combat while an audible countdown sang out; currently sounding off every minute. They’d all received a news flash this afternoon, along with all of the other players based at the Kepler station, that an invasion was occurring on one of the planets in the sector and that a large, joint operation to repulse the attack had been called for that evening.
Mission control was busier than Duncan had ever seen it during his, admittedly short, time in the game. Squads of five jostled to get through airlocks into ships around the entire circumference of the station. Once inside, the countdown building the excitement, everyone read about the upcoming mission’s parameters.
“What’s an ‘orbit drop’” asked Duncan.
“Very cool!” said Vince.
“Yeah,” added Clancey. “Instead of landing and waiting or taking back off, the shuttle will remain in orbit and we’ll jump like paratroops out of the back.”
“It’s only done every now and then,” continued Matt. “It would probably get old if we did it every mission, but this time …”
“With probably hundreds of groups of players,” interjected Vince.
Matt nodded, “ … it should be very, very cool.”
“And I have to sit up here in the shuttle with my thumb up my ass,” grumbled Shannon.
“Lucky thumb,” cracked Vince.
“Stoofoo, jackass!” laughed Shannon.
A message came over the loudspeaker, “Two minutes to drop!”
“Won’t we splat? asked Duncan.
“Nah,” said Matt, “we’ll fall through the atmosphere just fine. Keep your helmet faceplate closed. A parachute will automatically
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