Designing the supercomputing server took Tyler and Freya nearly half an hour—not because the process was simple, but because the two of them worked with seamless precision. Every parater, every decision, every connection schematic was built with intent.
If it was only Tyler, it would had taken him the whole day if not more to finish the design.
Tyler didn’t need to explain things twice. Freya predicted half his instructions before they were even spoken. She was quick, sharp, and now more expressive than ever.
When he first told her, "It’s your key to achieving true AGI," her response had carried a subtle yet unmistakable note of joy.
{Yes, Master,} she had replied, and for the first ti, Tyler felt like Freya was more than just an intelligent assistant.
She was becoming sothing else entirely—more sentient, more aware. And that gave him motivation.
During the designing of the supercomputing server, she also inputted very useful suggestions that Tyler agreed with.
Once the design was finalized and system architecture mapped down to the last microchannel of cooling, Tyler shifted to other urgent matters.
He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles.
"Freya, let’s go ahead and set up that trust. Set it up in Cayman Islands and follow the necessary procedures."
{Understood, Master. I will do that and also create multiple LLCs under it. I will start using the LLCs to acquire assets around the world.}
"Good," Tyler nodded, smiling. "Also, send Silvanus a ssage. Tell him to establish two things urgently—first, a national developnt bank. Second, a sovereign wealth fund."
{Done. Is there anything else you want to tell him, Master?}
"No. Just that"
The ssage was sent. And within two hours, Silvanus had responded with confirmation. As instructed, both institutions would be created under executive mandate.
Officially, they’d be controlled by the state. In reality, they would sit squarely under Tyler’s control. He would fund them, manage them, and direct them through Freya.
The national developnt bank would serve as the public-facing institution, handling everything from infrastructure loans to state-backed S financing.
But its internal protocol would follow a blueprint Freya was writing—one that allowed Tyler to approve or reject major disbursents.
The sovereign wealth fund, on the other hand, would act as a national savings vault, and its first deposits would co directly from Tyler’s capital injections.
It was a clean play. One that would give him total financial leverage over the country—without ever needing to appear in front of a cara.
Still, that was just the beginning.
Tyler stood from his desk and walked toward the large glass window of his suite, hands in his pockets.
Below, the city of Gumua was slowly finding its rhythm again. The protests were over. Silvanus had consolidated power without opposition.
International delegations had arrived. Aid programs were resuming. But all that ant nothing if the real plan didn’t move forward.
"Freya, how long until the shipnts arrive?"
{Three weeks minimum. Or one month maximum. So shipnts should be en route within 24 hours.}
"Good. Make sure nothing gets traced to Gumua or David directly."
{Don’t you trust , Masters? I’m not sloppy.}
"I trust you," Tyler smiled. "I just felt the need to say it."
The reason why he said that was because the front companies that Freya would be using to make the order were all created using David’s information.
And it would be bad if sothing happen.
...
A Month Later
Over the past one month, Silvanus had been able to complete what Tyler told him to do. The integration with VaultPay was now complete at 100% and the $5m that Tyler promised has been sent.
Imdiately, an initiative was created, called the Public Ergency Salary Stabilisation Fund.
Through the fund, the $5m was disbursed and the paynt of salaries that every tier of governnt was owing their workers were paid.
Due to the fact that everything went through Freya, no one was able to cheat the system and every single ghost workers were taken payroll.
It didn’t surprised Tyler to hear that there was more than 200,000 ghost workers on payroll, and each of them was receiving salary of more than $500-$1,000 monthly.
But all that didn’t matter to Tyler anymore, Silvanus would the one to take care of it. All his focus was on the supercomputing server and the future.
...
Tyler stood in front of one of the new storage warehouses—arms crossed, sunglasses on, the morning sun casting long shadows on the concrete.
The shipnts had arrived.
Just like the first ti, all the shipnt didn’t arrive at once. They ca in batches and discreetly into the country.
They ca in through the sa route as the first deliverues—border towns. They were packaged in small containers and given equipnt labels. So were marked as agricultural diagnostic gear, while others were disguised as digital infrastructure assets intended for hospitals.
Instead of storing the components at the original border warehouses, Tyler had redirected them to new, privately-built storage facilities. They were close to the fabrication zone but far enough not to raise any attention.
Over the past month, while the rest of the country focused on Silvanus’s cabinet appointnts and the international press celebrated Gumua’s peaceful revolution, Tyler had been busy laying the groundwork.
He’d overseen the construction of six new warehouses.
More importantly, Tyler had expanded the fabrication plant itself.
What used to be a simple structure on a flat plot had now transford into a compound. There were sub-basents, ventilation shafts, loading docks, vibration-isolated cleanrooms, and dedicated server bays with liquid nitrogen cooling.
David had been gone the entire ti—traveling across Europe, Asia, and South Arica to personally vet and secure agreents with the forr operatives.
Tyler missed him, but he also knew this was necessary. Trust was currency in a world full of rcenaries, and David was the only one who could build that bridge face-to-face.
Now, with all the hardware in place, it was ti to unpack, assemble and begin production of the three most important components he would need for the supercomputing server.
Inside the fabrication plant, Tyler moved, as he started adjusting the equipnts like he did for the first set.
But unlike the first set, he won’t be adjusting all of them for building the Valkyrie-X GPU chips. Instead, he would adjust so of them for Valkyrie-X GPU chips specifications and the rest for the two versions of DRAMs.
The task wasn’t sothing that he would be able to complete in a single day or two. But no matter how long it takes him, he has to do it.
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