After knocking Sadie out, I was left with a difficult choice: leave her in stasis for the remainder of her pregnancy and store her here in the Medical Facility, or release her back into the wild.
Each had its drawbacks; if I were to keep her here, with how often people are in and out of Gnarnia, questions would be posed; after all, it’s not exactly a great look having a bloated pregnant chick locked in a recovery tank.
Whereas if I let her go back home, I didn’t doubt that she would end up trying to kill herself a second or maybe a third time. Honestly, she was more trouble than she was worth, and I had half a mind to follow through with my threat and cut the kid out of her abdomen.
’But if I do that, then it’ll be my responsibility, and right now, that is the last thing I need on my plate.’ Massaging my temples, I reached forward and placed my hand just above Sadie’s heart and focused on the Psy-Tag I had left behind on her months ago.
’Increasing the PC stored in the tag won’t have any detrimental effect on the baby, and I will be able to override her consciousness in the event that she does something stupid again. For now…this is the best option.’
With the Psy-Tag strengthened to the maximum, I sent Sadie back home and coerced her parents to keep a better eye on the dumb bitch, and left…just like that.
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Upon returning to Gnarnia, I slumped into the chair at the command console’s computer and stared up at the 20-something screens with a blank expression.
With the Players significantly outnumbering Returners, it was hard for me to keep track of the different affiliations, and honestly, I fully expected something bad to happen tomorrow.
Either Draven and his cult of fuckwads were going to start shit, or the NewGen Player Villains would since they didn’t fully understand the things we Returners did.
This reminds me, apart from small incidents, there weren’t really that many Villains from the Origin Timeline running amok, something I found quite odd, considering when the Aliens attacked, I didn’t doubt they would be among the first to go underground. At the same time, the Heros stood and fought to the death.
Needless to say, there was a much higher mortality rate for Heros than villains during those last few years, so I had fully expected to come across more than the handful of baddies I had since returning to the past.
This was also something I had kept in mind when hiring staff for each facility. From the Deans down to the teachers and even the lowest rung of janitor, I had personally vetted them all; mind you, they had zero idea I had done so, but it was virtually impossible to block me from reading their thoughts, so with a few pointed questions I was able to route out any trouble makers ahead of time.
As all of the Academies were first and foremost military style Colleges, The headmasters needed to be Officers in any of the branches; the lowest of which I had brought on was a Lieutenant Colonel, and everyone else was either a Colonel like myself or a One Star General (Brigadier General except in the Navy and Coast Guard where they are Rear Admirals.)
It took a lot of paper pushing and cutting through red tape to get these individuals situated as Headmasters, especially the 6 Brigadier Generals and Two Rear Admirals. Still, once the higher-ups received my lesson plans and syllabus for the First Year, Officers from every branch were clamoring over themselves to get a post at one of the academies.
Especially when they realized it was a strong opportunity to earn a fast track to promotion, among other benefits.
I, on the other hand, was basically the School board Superintendent and was technically hands-off unless necessary, well, for the most part, at least.
On paper, I held equal authority in any one of the Academies to the Headmaster, so unless shit hit the fan or a Headmaster proved utterly incompetent, I didn’t plan on stepping in.
After all, the Evolver Academies were but a means to earn vast amounts of wealth…right?
I TOTALLY Didn’t have any plans on, say, placing Psy-tags on any Brightly shining stars who may or may not find themselves in a precarious situation that ended with them saying…I don’t know, becoming an eternal slave to yours truly…nahhh, why would I ever create an army personally trained by my own logic and methods.
*COUGH* Anyway, that was a long way away from now, considering the newbies needed time to get acclimated to their new lives, and let’s just say Academy life wasn’t going to be a walk in the park.
Physical Training 5 times a week, practical classes every day, monster recognition, how to fight 101, you name it, and I had created a class for it. The best part is that the students needed to take X classes a semester, which was 12 weeks.
Using a basic Credit system, where a class was either worth half a credit or a full credit, Students would need to earn a total of 12 credits a semester.
Mind you, not all the courses and classes I had devised would take the full 12 weeks, but since all of the students would be living on campus, reaching 12 credits a semester was completely within the realm of possibility.
But that wasn’t all either; I had also established several ranking boards and methods to push and challenge incoming students, the rewards for which were a monetary currency I had cleverly named AP, Academy Points…alright, it’s lame, and played out, I know. Still, these fuckers need a way to generate currency and create a financial ecosystem within the Academies.
Basically, they buy up resources, then go hunt for more, sell the resources to the Academy, IE, me, and then the perpetual money-making machine has reached full power.
This brings me to the important part of my plan: the method for how Students could generate resources.