Chapter 1923 The Future Of The Internet
Opening her almond shaped eyes, Countess Yaya chuckled when seeing the naughty sleeper beside her. Who knew her son could sleep so disobediently? Yaya felt it was funny how different his attitude was during sleep compared to when he was awake, calm and collected. Who was the one who kept saying he was a man, and would definitely not shake throughout the night? Yaya felt the term Tsundere was quite fitting for her little 'adult.'
Rising early, she unhurriedly took her shower and began dressing herself up for work. She has always been one to rise early and start her day energetically. So after giving her boy a kiss, she headed down at 5 AM, reached the kitchens and grabbed her usual breakfast/lunch already kept in a to-go bag. The staff in the Grand Baymardian Royal kitchens were just so extraordinary. They paid attention to every little detail, noticing what she preferred and what she didn't. "Blueberry muffins!" Yaya's eyes widened like marbles. She bit into one, feeling herself in cloud 9. Soon, she headed to a familiar area, waiting for several others to join her. Well, these were women and men from other royal homes within the various UN empires. Some were here for 6~9 month stays, while others were only here for shorter times. But no matter how short their stay was, she found that everyone was quick to get jobs, not wanting to be idle for so long. She, Yaya, worked at the Parks and Recreation office, as a secretary. Don't look down on this job! She never knew there was so much to do as a secretary. Appointments, rescheduling… calling… typing.. meetings, making sure the boss himself knows the deadlines and importance of every meeting. Sometimes, the boss will say 'reschedule my meeting' for a later date. But she would tell him again that they were meeting with an important client that would boost their sales and open doors for them. Reschedule, my ass! Unless it was a medical emergency or super important, Yaya would talk some sense into the Boss. .
Again, Yaya never knew there was so much work involved in the fashion industry. Truthfully, it was like an entertaining battlefield there. "Estelle, that should be in the color puce and not in oxblood red." "Michael, it's a bit too long. Redo the hem, sync it in the waist a tad bit more and come back to me with the final draft." Yaya found she was running around like a headless chicken these days, cross checking design details according to the list and Instructions detailly written. Although she had never gone to the grand art academy here and was just a secretary to get boss, she was given proper instructions with illustrations that even a baby could read and understand. If what was showing didn't match the illustrations and vision, obviously, it had to be revised. She found this job also had a lot to do with gut feeling. If she felt it was stunning enough, she would sometimes calm the Boss's attention to the matter, feeling that the current state was better than the intended vision intended. Of course, most of her work was actually secretary work. It's just that her Boss liked her secretaries to be somewhat knowledgeable of the fashion industry which is why he gave her some freedom when it came to things like this. Yaya sat around her co-workers during lunch, staring at the beautiful and vibrant city she was now residing in. Baymard, Baymard, Baymard… Countess Yaya found that for the first time in over 3 decades, she was LIVING. 'World peace… huh.' When she first heard Landon's talk of world peace, she thought it was a joke and impossible for humans to live so peacefully in one place. But only after coming to Baymard did she know how achievable Landon's goal truly was. Peace didn't mean the complete elimination of crime. There was still crime in Baymard, however, the crime rate was insanely low. Just moving in the streets in other empires, you can see people getting mugged, stabbed and even sold. But out here… to be honest, it was too calm. What you see most of the time is people getting tickets. Tickets for parking, tickets for speeding during red lights and so on. There was still some thievery, but not as rampant as one would expect, especially with powerful technology scattered across the empire. With a light chuckle, Yaya went back to eating her lunch. Baymard sure was a magical place. …
Magical? Yes… but who is to thank for that?
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After a turbulent week of running around, Landon still found himself almost working to death. [Host, keep it up. In no time, your empire will enter the Galactic age.]
Sarcasm? Landon didn't even bother to decipher the system's words. Although they were far more developed than 5 years ago, they were still leaps and bounds away from the Galactic era. Several things worry Landon. It has been a year and a few months since Hertfilia got a taste of the Internet. They were amazed and joyful, feeling it was all too miraculous. However, only he knew that their current state could be defined as Trash by the system. Landon's forehead wrinkled heavily. 'My life depends on going above the technology I'm used to.' The technology of his former world was what he was expected to advance past. In fact, the system is expecting him to enter the Galactic era. However, how can one enter the Galactic era when they do not have good internet access? Understand that the reason why the internet back in his former world could be so wide spread and everywhere was because humans lined the oceans deep underground, with these giant cables that facilitate and connect the internet from one continent to another. Sure, that might have been able to fly back in his former world where the waters were somewhat calm. But what about here in Hertfilia? Impossible! .
Landon scratched his head maniacally. Understand that Hertfilia wasn't Earth! There were water parts that spun like tornadoes, water parts that sliced through human flesh, ships and so on… water parts that were like clouds, thick and looked soft and fluffy. And let's not forget the creatures that live underwater here, and the seemingly strange blessings and supernatural matters in this world too. What? You think the Holy Core's existence alone or the ability to levitate rocks were a natural thing? What about Lucia's seer powers that was able to pinpoint her and her companions towards Baymard? In the end, this world wasn't ordinary, so the idea of burying cables underneath was impossible. If somehow, he managed to get it done, what about Mirvanna? It was impossible to put anything through the waters surrounding them… at least nig with the technology they currently have. And who knows how long that would take? Tapping his own in his ink filled notebook severally, Landon truly felt stuck 'If we are looking forward to the Galactic era, we need Sci-fi internet,' Landon thought, the type seen in movies back on Earth. What they need, is a way to turn the properties of the Internet, to be similar to radiofrequency. Think of the Tesseract in marble, only gigantic and bigger. Build an extraordinary facility to ensure it is powered up and well maintained. In Movies where cities are floating on islands or man-built empires, do you honestly think their entire internet structure isn't so advanced?
They need to find a way for all empires to access Baymard's Internet without Baymard needing to line the ocean with cables. These Tesseract boxes, when turned on, should be able to automatically connect with Baymard's Mainframe system, even if placed in Mirvanna. Sure, the disturbance in the atmospheric space would make things harder for Mirvanna's internet connection, but with science, they can always find a way to overcome it and ensure people get signal even in the toughest of conditions. .
Landon had a good picture in his head of what he felt the Galactic era would be. And using old methods would only stump their growth. They must keep advancing to the top, no matter how long it takes. Of course for him… he had limited time, since his sole mission in this world was to advance the world to greater heights before his death. Should he die before doing so, his soul would get obliterated into nothingness, having no opportunities to reincarnate or even exist. Many who have worked with Landon felt that his majesty was quite a great and unparalleled man. After creating TVs, the internet, skyscrapers and many other things, he didn't even rest or feel arrogant. If it was many others in this world, they would sit down, lay back and enjoy the glory of having 1 great technology made. However, his majesty kept pumping out ideas month after month, making many want to pry open his head and see what sort of incredulous brain he was resting there. Unbeknownst to them, their godly his majesty Landon's life was being threatened by a being they couldn't hear, see or fathom!
