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7/10/2025, 2:02:43 PM
It has been some time, but after hours of plans and tests you'd decided to finally begin a test run in mass producing aluminum.
You'd set up a few robotic arms, repurposing factory and boiler rooms in the dungeon to create the goods. Though far from ideal or even close to what you needed, it still managed to get the job done. Somehow. You didn't question what didn't need to be questioned.
"This isn't going to work, you know?" Herta as she lounged on a sofa behind you. "You need dedicated machines to separate the materials, siphons, not to mention all the space that-"
"Doesn't a lazy goddess like you have other things to do instead of bitching and whining?" You gave your words just enough bite to make her shiver happily.
"I wanna spend as much time as possible with you this week, Master." She gave a lustful smile and shuffled around, letting a leg lazily dangle from the furniture's edge as she wiggled her hips a few times to gain your attention. How she even managed to bring a whole sofa down here remained a mystery.
You gave your attention back to the machines after that little display. And, as the whole room came to life with whirs and spinning clockwork, you smiled at the fruits of your handiwork.
Herta wasn't wrong— in its current state things wouldn't work out. But it also wasn't as though the whole place would collapse. A few tweaks here and some tinkering there, and you'd get a test batch of aluminum running before you'd know it. While there were still parts missing — replaced by measures that were good enough — everything was being held together by the combined perceptions of a Savant and a deity. Which was at least marginally better than being held together by dreams and duct tape.
While you were pretty good with building stuff, you weren't the type that could just create robots or automatic conveyor belts from memory. Lunacy Savantae came in to save the day each time you came to a pause. It was almost like a boundless spring of inspiration—controlled insanity—gave you strength and focus without losing creativity.
From the corner of your eyes you saw some of the drills gathering dust. It had been some time since you'd used them for anything important, but you imagined that actually digging out a large room to house your aluminum ambitions would need them greased up again.
You glanced at half-done machinery. Though you were proud of what you'd accomplished in so little time, you realized there was so much more to do.
>And you decided to spend another week working on things here. (Uses up John Doe's next weekly action to continue focusing on producing aluminum)
>And you considered how you'd spend your next week. (John Doe will have his weekly action like normal)
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Herta's presence was more useful than not. While she could be an incompetent pain-addict, and a part of you feared that she'd be too clingy while demanding your undivided attention, the goddess had a mind of helping you out wherever she could.
You'd set up a few robotic arms, repurposing factory and boiler rooms in the dungeon to create the goods. Though far from ideal or even close to what you needed, it still managed to get the job done. Somehow. You didn't question what didn't need to be questioned.
"This isn't going to work, you know?" Herta as she lounged on a sofa behind you. "You need dedicated machines to separate the materials, siphons, not to mention all the space that-"
"Doesn't a lazy goddess like you have other things to do instead of bitching and whining?" You gave your words just enough bite to make her shiver happily.
"I wanna spend as much time as possible with you this week, Master." She gave a lustful smile and shuffled around, letting a leg lazily dangle from the furniture's edge as she wiggled her hips a few times to gain your attention. How she even managed to bring a whole sofa down here remained a mystery.
You gave your attention back to the machines after that little display. And, as the whole room came to life with whirs and spinning clockwork, you smiled at the fruits of your handiwork.
Herta wasn't wrong— in its current state things wouldn't work out. But it also wasn't as though the whole place would collapse. A few tweaks here and some tinkering there, and you'd get a test batch of aluminum running before you'd know it. While there were still parts missing — replaced by measures that were good enough — everything was being held together by the combined perceptions of a Savant and a deity. Which was at least marginally better than being held together by dreams and duct tape.
While you were pretty good with building stuff, you weren't the type that could just create robots or automatic conveyor belts from memory. Lunacy Savantae came in to save the day each time you came to a pause. It was almost like a boundless spring of inspiration—controlled insanity—gave you strength and focus without losing creativity.
From the corner of your eyes you saw some of the drills gathering dust. It had been some time since you'd used them for anything important, but you imagined that actually digging out a large room to house your aluminum ambitions would need them greased up again.
You glanced at half-done machinery. Though you were proud of what you'd accomplished in so little time, you realized there was so much more to do.
>And you decided to spend another week working on things here. (Uses up John Doe's next weekly action to continue focusing on producing aluminum)
>And you considered how you'd spend your next week. (John Doe will have his weekly action like normal)
>(Write-in)
Herta's presence was more useful than not. While she could be an incompetent pain-addict, and a part of you feared that she'd be too clingy while demanding your undivided attention, the goddess had a mind of helping you out wherever she could.
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