When Ves woke up, he brushed a hand over his brown hair and wondered why he ended up on the floor.
"It was.. the data chip!"
Ves tried to find the data chip that dropped him like a log. After a quick search, he only came across a fried piece of metals and other melted bits. The chip self-destructed after following its programming. He bewilderingly turned his gaze to his wrist communicator, which was still in pristine condition.
"That's strange. Anything that could have fried this chip should have melted my comm in the process. How could the chip have melted itself without transferring all that heat to my comm unit?"
Cautiously, Ves activated his comm, expecting it to malfunction. Instead, it turned online without a problem. After browsing the menu, he found that nothing changed except for the addition of one new program.
The Mech Designer System.
The name already sounded boastful. The act of designing mechs was an intricate discipline that required years of study in the fields of mechanics, physics, material science and more. Even after graduating from college, you merely got your foot through the door.
It took more than experience and brilliance for a mech designer to achieve true success. Just the thought of having a single app whip up a simple design in a matter of minutes rankled Ves. The mere thought of such a software devalued the five years he spent on becoming a mech designer.
Still... his father left him this 'System' for a reason. Ves had no idea where Ryncol got his hands on this mysterious app. Since he couldn't get anymore answers, Ves decided to run the app.
[Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech.]
The message ended there, leaving nothing for Ves to follow up. "That's it?"
[Deep scan complete. Registering new user Ves Larkinson. Welcome package granted.]
"Uh, you got anything more than that?"
[Please inspect your Status. To display this page, say Status.]
"Status."
[Status]
Name: Ves Larkinson
Profession: Novice Mech Designer
Specializations: None
Design Points: 0
Attributes
Strength: 0.6
Dexterity: 0.7
Endurance: 0.6
Intelligence: 1.2
Creativity: 0.3
Concentration: 0.9
Neural Aptitude: F
Skills
[Assembly]: Novice
[Business]: Apprentice
[Computer Science]: Incompetent
[Mathematics]: Incompetent
[Mechanics]: Apprentice
[Metallurgy]: Apprentice
[Physics]: Novice
Evaluation: Good-for-nothing loser.
"Hey, who are you calling a loser!?"
[User Ves Larksinson is a qualified loser for having spent half of your life wasting away your life. Your frequent diversions have left you ill-prepared for the future. Your inability to pay off your debt is a direct consequence of your ineptitude.]
Ves had to suppress the urge to raise his middle finger. Instead, he challenged this stupid System. "I admit, I used to be a stupid kid, but I cleaned up my act. I'm a mech designer now!"
[It is your lucky day! The Mech Designer System is the ultimate tool in this galaxy to design any machine that falls under the category of mechs. Any authorized user is allowed to use this System's many tools to design any mech imaginable with no conceivable limits.]
Who would believe such shameless boasting. "So can I just whip up something that weighs a thousand tons, runs at mach 50 and can even travel faster-than-light?"
[Certainly user, but you must design its components and integrate them into a viable design by yourself. If you then wish to fabricate the design using the System, then you will be required to exchange a corresponding energy value expressed in Design Points.]
It sounded ridiculous that a piece of software can just wish a mech into existence with energy alone. "How many Design Points does it take to fabricate a mech. How easy can I earn these points anyway?"
[An average mech requires 1,445,645,313 Design Points in order to be fabricated accurately. Calculating your current combination of attributes and skills. After estimating your capabilities, you are able to earn an average of 3.89 Design Points per day.]
Ves was literally speechless. The System disparaged him again in a roundabout way.
"You seem pretty useless. How am I suppose to get some use out of you if I can only earn about four DP a day?"
[...]
"Yeah, I thought so." Ves muttered quietly. His finger already hovered over his comm, ready to shut down this useless app.
[User, please do not exit the program yet. You have yet to explore the menu, nor have you opened up your welcome package.]