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"Sotis Life Is Too Uncertain To Have Regrets."
- Goku, (Dragon Ball Z)
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"The aircraft's autopilot has been engaged successfully, sir," Cortana's voice echoed through the plane's speakers. "Current weather conditions are favorable, with clear skies and no atmospheric disturbances, ensuring smooth flying conditions. You may now rest easy until we reach the borders of Europe. I've initiated active monitoring for any criminal activity in Gotham during your absence. I'll compile a detailed report for your review later, while I'll take care of any minor tasks."
"Thank you, Cortana. I don't know what I would do without you. You are a blessing in a not-so-well-hidden disguise," I comnded, prompting a blush in her holographic form. "Oh, and I have already decided on the initial android body that you will be using to test out how comfortable you are in a physical body and what changes you might desire in your body. I will start working on it after we return ho.
Maybe, I should finish the solid/hard light project that I had been previously working on too. That would not only vastly increase your physical usefulness as my trusted digital assistant but also might be able to help in providing better training facilities as well." I pondered, ultimately deciding that completing both projects was of paramount importance to maximize Cortana's efficiency. After all, even I sotis feel weird with so many of her robotic tentacles continuously working diligently in the Bat cave.
"Thank you, my dear master. You are too kind." The AI assistant tried to make an ani-like cute face while showing a huge smile on her face.
"No need for that. However, you should stop acting like an ani girl. Rember, I am the one who is going to decide what your new body is going to look like." I mock-threatened.
Maybe I should give her a body similar to the Twins from Atomic Heart... although that might be too much since that would just cause to have a constant boner whenever I am around her. I don't know if I am a weirdo or a pervert of a special kind, but sothing in their body structure looked extrely hot to even though they lacked actual faces... Maybe, I'll make them later when I establish the Justice League. They could be very good maids for the mbers of the League... or perhaps caretakers of the Legue headquarters. I wonder if the rest of the mbers would also sport constant boners because of them...
"Eh? That's not fair master. You are blackmailing ." Cortana complained with a pout as she narrowed her eyes at like she could guess what was currently going through my mind.
"It's called cunning." I joked. "Anyway, what about the project I commissioned? Did the bank approve the loan for it?... Or should I say, did my bank approve the loan for it?" I chuckled.
"Yes, the loan request has been approved, but are you certain about pursuing a $5 billion loan for a hospital project? Given that we're not primarily a core dical company, it seems excessive, especially considering that the budgets for past Wayne family hospital projects have typically capped at $200 million. Of course, there's impressive potential for profit upon completion, but investing in industries like semiconductor technology or defense could yield higher returns," Cortana offered her candid feedback, struggling to grasp my rationale for such a significant investnt.
"It's not rely a business venture, Cortana. It's a tribute to my father. The Wayne morial Central Healthcare Center was his vision—a dream to establish one of the world's premier dical facilities in Gotham. Profit is important, but it's not the driving force behind this project," I explained, clarifying my intentions.
Indeed, it was true. According to Alfred and my new godmother, Leslie Thompkins whom I have only recently t, my father conceived the idea of the hospital during his college years. Influenced by Miss Thompkins, his closest companion at the ti, who aspired to beco a doctor and aid communities worldwide, he envisioned a vast dical center in Gotham dedicated to treating and researching a myriad of diseases.
Before Miss Thompkins departed Gotham to pursue further studies and research, they made a pact: once she beca a proficient doctor, my father would finance their shared dream hospital. From providing free treatnt to orphans to establishing a dical school and conducting advanced research on various dical conditions, it aid to be a comprehensive dical solution for the city—a noble and ambitious vision that resonated deeply with . After all, making that dream co true was the least I could do as Bruce Wayne.
This dical center was ant to be realized long ago, but Miss Thompkins's burgeoning career, my father's political endeavors, and opposition from Gotham's corrupt city governnt presented formidable obstacles. They had planned to comnce the project after my father's anticipated election victory, but tragically, his life was cut short before that could happen. So, it was now up to to fulfill his dream.
According to what Alfred told , my parents had formally acknowledged that Miss. Thompkins was my godmother just like they had nad Alfred as my Godfather. She had even attended a few of my birthdays when I... the previous Bruce Wayne was younger. In fact, I even rembered her face from so of Og Bruce's mories. She wanted to be there for after my parents died that night, but she couldn't find the courage to face . She felt like it was her fault that the Wayne couple died because she had left Gotham. She felt like she had abandoned them.
Initially skeptical, my doubts dissipated upon eting her. I understood that she was telling the truth. She carried massive guilt within her, guilt that made it almost impossible for her to co in front of without succumbing to tears. Despite attempts to reach out including even coming to Gotham once to et Alfred and , she never dared to make it past the mansion gates until recently when she finally found the resolve to get over her grief and guilt. Her newfound determination led her to pursue her and my father's shared aspiration: aiding the citizens of Gotham.
The decision to construct the hospital was of course mine alone. I knew that she was in no way responsible for the events surrounding my parents, and I harbored no resentnt toward her for her lack of communication, despite her self-imposed guilt. Upon her arrival at our estate, there was a palpable romantic tension between Alfred and her, reminiscent of two forr lovers reuniting after a long separation. They probably had quite so history between them. Regardless, I resolved to fulfill my late father's dream hospital project and appointed Miss Thompson as its dical Director.
Hmm, now that I think about it, maybe I should give Alfred a seat in the board too. He would be able to spend so ti with Leslie that way despite their busy schedules.
Truthfully, I could have just built the hospital without taking a loan. The profits that Wayne Solutions has been making from different enterprises had accumulated to be quite a lot, but I needed that liquidity for sothing else. The 2008 stock market crash and mortgage crisis were coming soon, and I knew that I could make hundreds of billions of dollars if I used that money smartly. Money would permanently stop being a concern for after that.
"It's rather ironic. On one side, I'm overseeing the construction of Gotham's largest dical center, while on the other hand, I am simultaneously delving into research on crafting superior addictive 'abuse' drugs," I mused with a wry smile.
Yes, you heard correctly. I've been actively formulating various types of drugs intended to replace the current array of abusive substances saturating the market. These alternatives would deliver comparable recreational effects—elevating mood, inducing euphoria, and creating happy hallucinations—yet without the detrintal health consequences typically associated with drug abuse.
While modestly addicting, much like caffeine, these drugs would be considerably more affordable than the normal ones, comprising blends of essential vitamins, minerals, and immunity-enhancing compounds, available in an assortnt of flavors. In fact, I've already devised several prototypes: Vitapure Pot, ProteiNirvana, ImmunoEuphoria, NutriBliss, and HealthHigh, each having different effects aid to replace different types of drugs.
It is a known fact that quite a substantial portion of Gotham's populace is entangled in drug trafficking, distribution, and consumption. Realistically, I cannot entirely curb the illicit drug trade within the city, despite my diligent patrols and surveillance efforts using drones. However, with my own range of wholeso, addictive and healthy drug alternatives, I could ensure that individuals derive tangible health benefits alongside their recreational indulgence from the use of their favorite drugs. Perhaps, this innovative approach could even address nutritional deficiencies among certain demographics, offering a novel solution to widespread food insecurity—where essential nutrients could be ingested through smoking pot, thereby fulfilling bodily requirents.
"Bruce Wayne, the world's most infamous and biggest drug lord..., it does have quite a ring to it." I excitedly remarked with a happy self-assured nod.
"What are you suddenly on about?... Wait, you are once again thinking about your idea of ending world hunger through your new drugs, aren't you?" Cortana guessed with a deadpan after noticing an evil smile on my face.
"Have so respect Cortana, you are in the presence of the biggest future drug lord," I responded with a chuckle.
*CRACK* *BOOM*
The sudden crack of lightning followed by an explosion jolted out of my comfort. I glanced out of the window, only to see the plane shaking perilously amidst the tumultuous skies.
"Hey Cortana, weren't you supposed to alert about any adverse weather conditions?" I queried, noting her holographic nod with a sense of urgency. "Then why the hell didn't you say anything when we were barreling straight into a tornado?"
"I-I... There wasn't supposed to be bad weather in this part of the ocean. It's like... that tornado materialized out of nowhere. But this doesn't make any sense. Even now, several of my sensors are malfunctioning. Maybe the storm has electromagnetic properties in it, and it sohow ssed with my and the plane's systems despite their advanced technological sophistication. It's either that or..." Cortana trailed off, hesitating to voice the alternative.
"Or this storm possesses supernatural properties." I finished for her.
*SIZZLE* *BOOM*
Imdiately another lightning strike, followed by a deafening boom, sent shockwaves through the aircraft. The wings of the craft erupted into flas, rendering the plane uncontrollable as it hurtled toward the swirling vortex, plumting in a relentless descent.
"My holiday just got fucking ruined, didn't it?"
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