My Ultimate Sign-in System Made Me Invincible

Chapter 616: Revelation (4)

Liam flew through the door and entered the assembly section, hovering in a standing position with no visible effort, the camera following him at eye level.

The space behind him was enormous and alive. Drones moved in formations so precise they looked rehearsed, crossing each other’s paths at speed without a single correction, carrying components between stations with the efficiency of systems that had never learned to hesitate.

Android arms worked along suspended rails, each one executing different operations simultaneously — some assembling, some testing, some holding components in precise orientations while something invisible confirmed tolerances the eye couldn’t resolve.

The machines deeper in the section were harder to categorize. They had no obvious analog in any manufacturing environment on Earth, no shape that suggested a known function, just the evidence of their output moving steadily along the lines toward assembly.

*what are those machines in the back*

*I’ve been staring at the android arms for a full minute and I still can’t figure out what they’re building*

*the drones have never once adjusted for each other. not once. perfect coordination every single pass*

*I work in aerospace manufacturing. I have never seen anything like this. Not even close.*

*there is no visible ceiling in this section either. how deep does this go*

*the machines in the background don’t look like anything I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what they are. I have a PhD in mechanical engineering and I don’t know what they are.*

Liam turned to face the camera while the assembly section continued behind him, completely indifferent to the billions of eyes now passing through it.

"This is the assembly section but there’s really not much to show you guys here," he said.

The comment section did not accept this.

*NOT MUCH TO SHOW*

*he is hovering in front of what is probably a trillion dollar manufacturing operation and he said not much*

*bring this assembly line to Earth and show it to any manufacturing company on the planet and see if they say nothing much*

*the android arms alone would be the most advanced thing any factory on Earth has ever seen but he calls it nothing much. Hundreds of billions of dollars in R&D is called nothing much.*

*I’m watching drones execute perfect formation flight inside a building and he said there’s nothing much here. I think my dictionary needs to be updated*

*the audacity of the casualness is a medical condition at this point*

*he said it like he was showing us a storage closet*

Liam didn’t look at the comments and he kept moving, still hovering.

"Some of you might be curious see how the Lucid devices, the Lucid Air, and the Medical Nanites are actually made. Unfortunately, production has stopped for all three, so there’s nothing running to show you." He glanced around the section. "As for what the assembly section is currently working on, let me see..."

He turned to look.

*production has stopped??? why did production stop??? Does that mean that no more Lucid??? My blood pressure is rising*

*what does that mean for the next pre-order? Are we still getting it? You better don’t play games with us. I sacrifice sleep every Nova Night for this man and this is what I get. I just want a Lucid 😭😭😭😭*

*stopped as in permanently or stopped as in it finished what it was making? Please clarify because a gun just appeared in my hand*

*ten thousand Lucid devices. he made them all and then stopped. what does the machine do when it has nothing left to build*

*he said it so casually. production has stopped. like that’s a normal sentence.*

The comment section was still turning over what production stopping meant when Liam’s expression shifted slightly. He was looking at something further into the section. His voice dropped to just below his normal register.

"Oh, they’re ready?"

He said it to himself, not to the camera. But the feed picked it up clearly.

The comment section heard it and immediately began looking for whatever he was looking at. The second camera swung wide at Liam’s command, trying to give a broader view of the section.

In the background, past a row of stationary assembly arms, the outline of something large was visible. The shape was familiar to anyone who had watched the airport arrivals from months ago.

*IS THAT A SHUTTLE*

*I can see it. in the back. there’s a shuttle back there*

*wait are there multiple*

*production stopped. he looks at the assembly section. he says oh they’re ready. WHAT IS READY*

*the shuttle behind him is finished? I need him to go stand next to it immediately*

Liam turned back to the camera.

"Aviation lawyers in the chat, what would the regulatory picture look like for a private individual who got their hands on a variant of our space shuttle? Luxury variant, to be precise." He paused. "And for someone who got their hands on the exosuit I was wearing earlier?"

The comment section didn’t wait for him to finish the question.

*HE’S GIVING AWAY A SHUTTLE*

*LIAM SCOTT IS ABOUT TO GIVE AWAY A SPACE SHUTTLE ON A LIVESTREAM*

*wait did he say LUXURY VARIANT*

*there is a luxury version of the shuttle*

*forget the shuttle — the EXOSUIT. someone is getting an exosuit that becomes a watch and lets them FLY*

*I need an aviation lawyer RIGHT NOW*

*I am an aviation lawyer and I genuinely don’t know where to start. The FAA has no framework for privately owned spacecraft. The suit is its own separate crisis. Neither of these have a clear legal pathway.*

*an exosuit that enables human flight with no visible mechanism. for a private individual. the regulatory bodies of every nation on earth just simultaneously needed to lie down*

*forget the legal question how does one STORE a space shuttle*

*I have been awake for seventeen hours and I would like to receive a space shuttle please*

Liam read through the flood for a few seconds. The lawyers who had responded were doing their best but their answers all arrived at the same place — complicated, unprecedented, no existing framework, multiple jurisdictions with competing claims. He smiled and looked back at the camera.

"It seems like it’s quite complicated." He unclasped his hands from behind his back. "I guess I’ll have to throw out my plan. I had actually wanted to give a space shuttle to one viewer and an exosuit to another, but it seems like that’s not going to work. Anyway — moving on."

The comment section refused this entirely.

*NO. NO WE ARE NOT MOVING ON.*

*HE JUST SAID HE WAS GOING TO GIVE AWAY AN EXOSUIT AND WALKED PAST IT*

*the exosuit. the suit that becomes a watch. the suit that lets you fly. he was going to give it to someone. and the lawyers ruined it.*

*I would like to personally thank every aviation lawyer in the chat for absolutely nothing*

*MOVING ON??? FROM THAT???*

*he said it and walked away. he said it and WALKED AWAY.*

*I am in physical pain*

*the exosuit especially. you would be able to fly. just fly. whenever you want. gone.*

*I need everyone to acknowledge that a human being almost received an exosuit that enables unaided flight and we lost it to regulatory complexity*

Liam had already stopped paying attention to the thread. He was hovering toward the far end of the assembly section, and the comment section, still mourning the exosuit, caught what he was doing.

*he’s doing it again*

*watch. he’s going to say something and then say this reminds me*

*it’s a pattern. he drops something impossible, lets it land, says this reminds me, drops something worse*

*I’ve been watching for forty minutes. I know the signs now.*

"This actually reminds me," he said.

*CALLED IT*

*I CALLED IT*

*everyone brace yourselves*

He paused for a single beat, letting the section doors ahead of him slide open automatically as he approached.

"We plan to start construction on a space station. It will be positioned at the Lagrange 5 point. I’m not certain of the exact start date but it will be soon. Pricing and tier arrangements will be made available when construction is ready."

The comment section detonated.

*A SPACE STATION*

*NOVA TECHNOLOGIES IS BUILDING A SPACE STATION*

*Lagrange 5 is gravitationally stable. it will just stay there. permanently. forever.*

*lunar base. space station. what’s next, a ring around Saturn*

*he said pricing and tier arrangements like it’s a hotel*

*IT’S A HOTEL. he’s building a hotel in space*

*I need to know the pricing. I need to know it right now. immediately.*

*the ISS has been the only space station for decades and he announced a new one between the exosuit announcement and walking through a door*

Liam didn’t look at the feed. He passed through the doors and descended to the floor as he entered the research section, his feet finding the ground without ceremony.

The section had a different quality than the assembly area. It was quieter and more concentrated.

The comment section was still processing the space station when he reached Lucy.

*he’s still saying nothing much while announcing a space station*

*his definition of interesting and mine are completely different and I want his definition*

Lucy stood in front of a holographic display that covered more wall than any screen had a right to. The data on it was dense and continuous, updating in columns faster than any human could read, organized in structures that had no equivalent in any publicly known notation system.

She turned when she heard him approach.

"Master, you’re here," she said.

Liam smiled and reached over to ruffle her hair. She straightened it immediately, without breaking her expression, and the comment section caught both things.

*the AGI fixed her hair*

*she has a personality. a real one. she fixed her hair because she didn’t want it messed up*

*he ruffled her hair like she’s his little sister and she fixed it immediately like she’s been putting up with this for months*

*the warmth between them is genuinely real. I don’t know what I expected from an AGI but it wasn’t this.*

Liam glanced at the holographic display for a moment, then turned to the camera. The feed caught the display behind him — layers of notation, diagrams, data structures running continuously — and billions of people leaned toward their screens.

He knew what was on it. He also knew it didn’t matter that the feed was capturing it. There was no computing infrastructure on Earth that could parse what Lucy’s research display showed at rest, let alone at speed. If the world’s best teams extracted every frame of this livestream and ran the best hardware they had against it, they might — might — understand one percent of what was visible.

He was comfortable with that. One percent, freely given, was still a gift.

"The research section is where everything starts," he said. "A concept begins in the mind but the work of making it real happens here. Most companies would keep a place like this behind significant security." He looked around the section. "I don’t see the reason for it on our part."

*the confidence in that sentence is something I will study for the rest of my life*

*he has no fear of anyone understanding what’s on that screen. none.*

*I’ve been trying to read the holographic display behind him for five minutes. I can’t. I don’t recognize the notation.*

*I have three advanced degrees. I cannot read what’s on that screen.*

*he said most companies would lock this down and then opened it to six billion people because why not*

*the casual confidence. every time. every single time.*

Then a thread developed that moved faster than the others.

*can he just explain something. anything. one piece of science. drop it for the research community.*

*if he explained even partially how Lucid works it would advance our understanding of optics and neural interface by decades*

*the medical nanite mechanism alone would be worth ten Nobel prizes. just tell us something.*

*Liam Scott if you are reading this please throw the science community a bone. one bone. any bone.*

*we will take crumbs. we are begging for crumbs.*

Liam read the thread and the smile returned to his face.