After obtaining the Mech Designer System, Ves aims to create the greatest mechs in the galaxy! In the far future, the galactic human civilization has entered the Age of Mechs. The countless lesser powers of humanity have come to adopt mechs as their main weapons of war. Only a small number of humans have the right genetic aptitude to pilot these destructive war machines the size of buildings. Born to a military family in the edge of the galaxy, Ves Larkinson is one of the many people who lacks the talent to earn glory in battle. Instead, he became a mech designer. Helped by his missing father, Ves has obtained the mysterious Mech Designer System that can help him rise in the galaxy and beyond. His mechs based on the principles of life quickly allows him to rise to prominence. Powerful and highly compatible with mech pilots, his products have the potential to take the market by storm. However, success does not come easily, and countless challenges bar his ability to sell his mechs to a market eager for innovation! With the sins of the human race in the galactic arena slowly catching up, Ves must navigate the perils of the ultra-competitive mech market and maintain control over his growing organization of misfits. This is the golden age of mechs. This is the golden age of humanity. The question is, will it last? "Any challenge can be overcome as long as I design the right mech!"
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It was late afternoon when I wrote my last exam for my third year. I was waiting for my friend Chloe and her boyfriend Alex outside. I was pleased to learn that next year would be my last year. For someone like me, I had to give it my all. I don’t have enough money to pay for my education. So, I made sure my grades were good enough to qualify for a scholarship. Chloe has been studying on a scholarship since she began university. But she failed several of the classes and the scholarship stopped providing her with financial assistance. Alex has been paying her tuition since then. Alex appeals to me. He has the funds and backs Chloe. They’ve been together since their second year and adore one another. Alex’s parents adore Chloe as well. They truly adore her more than their son. When the two argue, they always side with Chloe. I hope I can find someone like Alex. He’s very kind and so sexy. Chloe and I grew up together at the orphanage. We were both booted out when we were 18 years old. We continued together after that, but when Chloe reached 19, Alex moved in with Chloe, and I now have the place to myself while studying and working part-time.Chloe yelled out, “Hey Gaby!” She was approaching me with Alex.“Let’s head out tonight for some cocktails. We need to rejoice. Next year will be our last year, and I am not going to take no for an answer. I’ll be there to pick you up at 6 p.m.”She didn’t even allow me to speak. I took a taxi to the garage, worked for four hours, and then returned home. I showered, put on make-up, and never went overboard with it. I always tried to look natural, so I wore my dress and high heels. Chloe’s instructions were to wear a dress and high heels. At 5:45 p.m., she texts me. “Are you ready, bitch?”I replied, “I’ll be down in 5 minutes.”As I walked toward Alex’s vehicle, Chloe and Alex seemed completely taken aback. “Can you tell me where you’ve been concealing that butt?” Alex commented. For me, Alex was more of an older brother to me, while Chloe was more like a sister to me. Alex was a part-time student who was also employed by his father’s firm. He was 5 years older than me and Chloe, and we were in the same class. Even though these two were quite protective of me, they also encouraged me to find a boyfriend of my own.“I think you’re going to get laid tonight,” Chloe remarked. "Oh, please shut up."Poor me, I grinned. I’ve never seen a man naked, let alone kissed, let alone have sex.Alex took us to the club, which was gigantic. He escorted us to the VIP session that he had reserved for us. Chloe placed an order for several drinks. Whatever she ordered, it was delectable and delightfully sweet. I couldn’t even tell that I was consuming alcohol. “Hey, Gaby. Let’s get this party started on the dance floor. "We proceeded to the dance floor. The DJ was playing Sia’s “Unstoppable.” I could feel people looking at me. I looked around the dance floor. I became irritated. Chole and Alex were kissing. I returned to the bar because I was so uptight. The dance floor seemed to be reserved for couples exclusively. I sipped my drink quickly. I stared at the bartender as it was refreshing and so fuckenly amazing, but I wanted something strong.“I want something powerful,” I grumbled as I replaced the drinking glass on the bar counter. “I can give you a tequila shot,” the bartender offers. “Sure, give it to me.” I leaned forwards as he blasted me with a lemon. "How do you take this?" I inquired, with a grin on my face.“Gulp down the shot,” the guy said. The tequila was burning my throat. “One more,” I said as I repositioned the small glass on the bar counter. He offered me another shot, and I drank it as well. I surveyed the area. I wanted to twerk. I’ve always been a twerking monster, and that drink did exactly what I wanted. I returned to the dance floor, this time without caring that it was for the couples. I was wobbling my butt, and I could feel eyes on me again. For some reason, the gaze on me accelerated my butt twerking. Is this what they mean by sexual desire? I burst out laughing. I felt a body pressed against mine as I was swaying. I wanted to turn around and tell him to fuck off, but then he grabbed my a$$ and I wanted him to grasp the other pair. I could feel my pussy throbbing in the crotch of my thong just from that one a$$ grabbing. I was puzzled by how I felt. No one had ever grabbed my a$$ before. I had no idea how to react. Our bodies were swaying in unison. I was following his lead. He gripped my hand, which sent shivers down my spine. Then he whirled me around. My back was against him. He squeezed me close, then shoved my a$$ against his crotch. I swayed my hips to the beat of the music, gently gyrating at him. What am I doing? But then I shrug it off.He swirled me once again, without letting go of my hand. Then I met the man who made my body feel things. He stood tall, with dirty blond hair and ocean-blue eyes. He had me completely enthralled. I couldn’t take my gaze away from him. He was staring at me as if he were gazing through me. He was stunning to a guy. I inspected his whole body. Wide shoulders have a good quantity of muscle; they are highly muscular. He had muscles that complemented his physique. A tattoo on his shoulder. I couldn’t tell where the tattoo began, but I was in amazement. I could tell he was probably 9, 10, or 11 years older than me just by looking at him. I didn’t mind. Then he said something. “Mind getting some more drinks, baby girl?” I was still lost trying to assess him. He then swallowed and cleared his throat. I then realized he was saying something. “Huh?” He smirked. “Come on, let’s go have some drinks.”“Certainly, sure.” Then I heard my friend humiliate me. “You have to get laid tonight and lose your virginity.” I could tell she was inebriated. “I’m so sorry about my friend. Please disregard her.” “It’s okay. Let’s go get some drinks, or should we get out of here?” He inquired.
How integral were chips in the daily life of a modern day human? Even as they slept, these silent workers played their role. They observed the time, measured the surrounding temperature and were on the lookout for any toxicants in the air.When a person woke up, he interacted with dozens of different processors in a short succession. His power shower automatically cleaned him with the most optimal settings before drying him off without any excess heat and air.If he was fairly well off, then his household bot would have already prepared a sumptuous breakfast for him. Though the act of automated cooking was long perfected, bots still needed a tiny bit of processing power to adapt to different ingredients.When it was time for him to go to work, he entered his aircar if he owned one or hailed one from the streets. These basic vehicles were packed with processors of different kinds. The most high-end one was in charge of the main functions, but plenty of auxiliary modules required less c
By the time Ves exited the transit shuttle, he breathed in the fresh and moist air of his home planet. Bentheim might have been a melting pot of trade and business, but it did not fare well hosting so many people in such a small planet. He led Lucky and his floating luggage carrier onto a nearby aircar and headed back to his home.His workshop already received its first deliveries of materials by the time he returned. The rest of the raw materials he needed to build a modified Marc Antony trickled in throughout the day. The new security system installed by SASS did their work and performed thorough scans of the arriving delivery shuttles and the containers they carried.Ves already summoned up the design in his System's Designer program and optimized his first commercial design. He had advanced his skills a little bit since he first completed this design, so Ves took advantage of it to marginally increase his mech's speed and armor specifications."It's only been a few weeks but I've
"My man Ves, I received your files. I can't say I'm entirely satisfied with your work. The cape doesn't have any frills and the surface lighting schemes don't seem impressive at all. The only thing I found cool is the red lights installed underneath the armor."Ves was afraid of that. Not satisfying his client meant his rewards for the mission could be reduced. "I have made my design choices with resilience in mind. Excessive frills will be the first thing that gets lost when your mech receives damage. It's better to keep a clean appearance that looks great both when it's pristine and when it has survived a battle."The excuse was enough to cause Vincent to pause in his tirade. He frowned and thought over his words. "Alright, but I'm consulting a pro shuttle customizer artist for the lighting scheme. I still feel your designs are too basic. Heh, why didn't I do that in the first place. Your not an artist.""If you are unsatisfied with my designs, feel free to turn to someone else." Th
"So anyway, I didn't only invite you here to talk about old times. To be honest, I wanted to ask you something.""Oh?" Ves raised his eyebrow. "What's that?"Carlos stopped paying attention to the match entirely and turned to face Ves with the most serious face he had ever seen on his friend."You know what kind of job I have now. Even if you say I'm likely to move out of my current position, it will take many years, perhaps even decades before I go anywhere near the development process of a new design And that's only if I resign and switch companies, as the current one I work for is just a wholesaler which buys completed mechs from other manufacturers.""You can't rush a career, Carlos. I've seen you studying for nights on end back in college. You've got a good head on your shoulder. Any employer will be bound to appreciate your talents.""But I can't wait that long." Carlos shook his head. "A successful mech designer always starts his career when he's young, we both know that. So wh
Ves was not immersed in the whole shuttle racing scene. As someone focused on mechs his entire life, the sleek personal transport shuttles that were capable of both atmospheric and space flight held little appeal to him. That did not mean others found them unworthy of their time.In fact, lots of norms worshipped shuttles. They paid fanatical attention to each newly released shuttles and liked to customize and tinker their own vehicles in their free time. Adding some decorative lighting was just one of the ways a fanatic distinguished himself among his peers.He looked over some footage on the galactic net and found it to be a basic concept. It could be as simple as adding a few colored stripes to adding in an elaborate artistic pattern. It impressed Ves that these hobbyists cobbled up evocative looks for their shuttles."I won't be able to get Vincent's approval if I half-ass this job."The best-looking vehicles didn't necessarily have the most lights. Instead, the artists who custom
Vincent Ricklin unbelievably went on for about ten minutes on the importance of manhood in mechs. He really believed almost all mechs were gender neutral. As a bona fide man, Vincent hated the thought of mentally castrating himself whenever he piloted a mech.Naturally, someone immersed in mechs such as Ves had no problem with the lack of gender indications. Mechs were only designed to emulate the human form in order to perform better as a war machine. Adding unnecessary extensions such as hair, skin or gender expressions did not add anything to a mech's battle performance.Frankly, only an extremely vain pilot who cared more for his looks than his battle record could demand something like this. Ves had the misfortune of making a mech for this kind of person."This is an extremely complicated addition. Let me think about it for a day or two. It's not easy to add mass in the front part of the waist."Actually, Ves wanted to ditch Vincent and go back to Marcella and demand they drop him
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