Chapter 9
Chapter 9
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 9
Chapter Title: Developing the Planets
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While the Deneb Federation waged war against the Telluris Assimilator, the legion could focus on internal affairs.
Officially speaking, the Lushaka Kingdom and the Telluris Assimilator weren't even aware of each other's existence. The massive arms exports were just a "coincidental" windfall.
Thanks to that, we reaped the full benefits of wartime profiteering.
The Deneb Federation, which regulated food production on a national scale, shifted to mass-producing simple foodstuffs instead of churning out alloys for shipbuilding. They traded it all with Space Whales.
They realized it was far cheaper to feed them food in exchange for Space Whales than to burn through energy and minerals producing alloys and running shipyards nonstop just to squeeze out warships.
The food used to buy Space Whales was all organic matter that got fully absorbed anyway.
The Space Whales were deliberately overfed, then their waste collected and shipped back to Lushaka. In the end, it all came back into my belly as organic matter.
It was practically a legal organic matter duplication bug, letting us milk neutral-country perks just like America and Japan did in World War I—sweet as can be.
With that massive stockpile of organic matter, we started by reshaping the planets themselves.
By "reshaping," I don't just mean superficial looks. We focused on creating environments convincing enough to make anyone think, "Oh, this is a planet inhabited by biological species—not a hive mind—living normal lives."
The Deneb Federation was currently locked in an all-or-nothing struggle for survival, so they hadn't turned their full attention our way yet. But wars end eventually.
When that time came and friendly exchanges ramped up, having a planet where nothing but a handful of individuals stood around blankly waiting for orders would scream "alien" from a mile away.
And if the Deneb Federation lost? Well, no big loss for us.
Either way, we needed to showcase a believable society. The problem? A society of biological species (non-hive mind) that doesn't use machines?
We hit a massive roadblock right out of the gate.
Hiraks clocking into offices, getting chewed out by Jarvis, then heading home for drinks after work?
Tyranid warriors getting reamed out by Hive Tyrants?
Those were the only bio-species in my head, and none of it sparked easy solutions.
But our legion was your average bio-species that—surprise—was actually a hive mind. Since we wanted to pass as the same kind of race, the templates in my brain were useless.
After agonizing over it, I realized that me—an economics or sociology amateur—forcing some artificial setup would just look fake. So, I decided to let nature take its course.
To kick off natural societal evolution, I first mass-produced individuals with strong autonomy, like Jarvis or Farmvis.
I figured we'd need leader-types first to keep things in check even when granting autonomy to underlings.
Since I couldn't spawn billions solo, I created spawning units to handle that, plus evolution specialists capable of limited genetic tweaks to add variety.
I assigned managers to each planet, slotted spawning mothers and evolution experts under them, and left production to the managers' discretion—randomly, as they saw fit.
Autonomy levels for new spawns on each planet? Up to the local manager. I could always check later and mulch the failures back into organic matter.
Then I sat back and observed what societies emerged on each planet.
Capital Planet Lushaka. Sector Governor: Jarvis.
Jarvis handles sensing the entire legion and reporting summaries to me, so he wanted a tighter surveillance network. Not just feeling the legion, but solidifying control over the entire sector.
He created overseers under him, then deployed scout beasts and small flying monsters everywhere in the sector.
To house those monsters, Lushaka sprouted massive skyscrapers.
As skyscrapers rose and aerial traffic boomed, sandstorm countermeasures became essential. Jarvis? Just smothered all the sand.
Like laying down creep in StarCraft—he blanketed the main dust sources across the surface, and suddenly the skies were clear.
Lushaka became a planet optimized for air travel. Space-faring monsters spread across the nation on missions, returned to the skyscrapers, and got organic matter rations in lieu of pay.
This is totally...
"You're Lupin."
"Pardon?"
Seeing them fan out across the sector and return, I immediately assigned Space Whales to the mix and had them run Lupin ops too. Spreading nationwide then converging back on the capital? Perfect logistics network.
And just like that, we had a system for swift, organized transport of organic matter, minerals, troops—whatever.
Lushaka turned into a giant Lupin planet.
Solar Star System. Sector Governor: Farmvis.
With so few pre-existing autonomous units, Farmvis naturally got promoted to Minister of Agriculture and Sector Governor.
Once spawning mothers and evolution experts arrived, Farmvis didn't make farm-helper critters. Instead, he focused on environmental restoration beasts.
Using gorilla-like diggers that tore up earth mercilessly or hippo-types that crunched rocks, he forcibly dug canals to irrigate barren land and demolished ruins.
For dead soil, massive toads hauled fresh dirt from elsewhere for transfusions, expanding the limited East Asian farmlands.
Naturally, it became a planet of burly gorillas launching from East Asia for days of grueling labor, then heading back for Farmvis's organic rations—like one big construction site.
Environmental restoration, huh... This is totally?
"You're terraforming."
"???"
So I tasked Farmvis with terraforming Solar-04, Mars. We had no atmospheric generation tech, no way to raise temperatures—zero relevant know-how yet. But orders from above are orders.
I had zero doubt that Farmvis, brimming with ambition, would one day turn Mars into a lush green world.
And so Solar-03, Earth, became a planet of manual labor and agriculture.
The legion's third habitable planet, Ferma—a frigid ice world with brutally low baseline temps. Winter planet through and through.
No farming viable, barely habitable for life. Options were limited.
We still needed a sector governor. Hunterak and Killerak weren't governor material, so time for a new one.
"Your name is EinsteinaVis."
"Yes, Queen."
EinsteinaVis was a Jarvis-line unit fully invested in brainpower. No inherited knowledge from me, even stronger autonomy—nearly fully independent.
Unlike games that hand you tech trees, we had to invent tech ourselves. Someone had to research, and me tinkering wouldn't yield squat. So I made a fresh unit free of my biases to learn pure.
No spawning mothers or evolution experts for EinsteinaVis. High autonomy or not, they're still "me." I can't micromanage the whole galaxy, so better safe from screw-ups.
Hiraks linked to Jarvis standby on Ferma. EinsteinaVis requests resources, test subjects, or gene-modded units? Jarvis reviews and ships 'em over.
Thus, EinsteinaVis will research new tech on Ferma until its dying day.
I designed my parts to feel fulfilled doing assigned tasks, so it'll be fine... but damn, harsh life.
No helping it. If you can use Shadow Clone Jutsu, the clones do homework while the real you games. That's how it is.
Ice Planet Ferma. Sector Governor: EinsteinaVis. Ferma became one giant lab.
Truth is, the most vital state organ is the government office. For a group to function as a "nation," administration must flow. When I intervene directly, no need—but between my parts? Essential.
For example, I can order Farmvis or Jarvis directly. But if Jarvis needs something from Farmvis, it goes through me or some channel.
For that, a simple administrative hall handling interplanetary requests and comms suffices. I made a few extra Hiraks and assigned them there.
Other admin offices? Just say they're near the Queen's main body, slap a no-entry on outsiders, and call it good. Don't bother decorating the unseen. I'm an efficiency-over-details gal.
And so, while the Deneb Federation and Telluris Assimilator slugged it out, society started rolling—roughly, but rolling.
Every member working diligently in jobs suited to their talents, receiving fair rations as needed, all under an absolute dictator.
Hm. Maybe switch the title to General Secretary.