Popo
I'm Sexy and I Know It
@[member="MAI"] @[member="Judah Dashiell"]
It was time. Popo was spending far too much time monitoring and micromanaging the Wheel, the Wheel's assets, and the various businesses, traffic, and everything else that went with it. The Hutt slept well enough, but despite his wealth, power, and prestige, he felt he could trust no one else to managing the vast space station so that he could spend more time lounging, enjoying his wealth, and generally expanding the other avenues of his income. Namely, the underworld and the Tenloss Corporation.
Because of this, the Shell Hutt had sent out his most trusted talent seekers. Normally, the men and women and beings he sent out would do their usual job of finding new entertainers, fresh revenue sources, or fledgling businesses to bring back to Popo and the Hutt Cartel, though mostly to the Wheel and Tenloss. Popo was a member of the Cartel, this was true, but he had his own dealings and personal empire to build over top of what the Cartel required. The fact that Popo's business wheeling and dealing benefited the other Hutts was a secondary effect on his main goals where he to be honest, which he usually wasn't if he could help it.
This job, however, was different. Popo had heard of advanced computer systems in use around the galaxy. Advanced computer intelligence programs. Supercomputers. Artificial Intelligence.
The Hutt wanted one.
Popo had decided that an advanced AI, loyal only to him, was necessary to effectively run the Wheel at optimum efficiency and minimal cost. The seekers he had sent out were charged with one thing and one thing only: Find those who could make the Hutt an AI system.
The Hutt realized that such a system was not 'for sale' in the galaxy. He realized that he would have to make his own and, while Popo was computer savvy enough to complete his complicated dealings and doctor his own books himself, he lacked the knowledge, experience, and general know how to create his own, advanced, sentient AI program.
And so he sought those who could and, from the reports so far, two individuals had stepped forward. His seekers had sent reports, of course. They always did, if they wished to remain in their positions, much less physically intact. In fact, luck was with the huge Hutt as both had arrived at roughly the same time. Thankfully, Wheel security in their heavy, durasteel armor was already escorting the individuals up to Popo's office where he sat, lounging, in his plush and ultra comfortable Hutt-sized chair behind his Hutt-sized desk.
Popo sat back and basked in the moment. Soon, with enough credits spent and the proper time given to the project, especially with the correct individuals, he would have what he wanted and, once it was completed and uploaded into the Wheel's computer systems, he could begin pushing his other agendas to what they really were capable of. Soon, the galaxy's underworld we be under his immense thumb.
But for now, he would simply play it safe and cautious. One step at a time, as he had always done for the past few centuries. This AI was just a starting step on his set path...
It was time. Popo was spending far too much time monitoring and micromanaging the Wheel, the Wheel's assets, and the various businesses, traffic, and everything else that went with it. The Hutt slept well enough, but despite his wealth, power, and prestige, he felt he could trust no one else to managing the vast space station so that he could spend more time lounging, enjoying his wealth, and generally expanding the other avenues of his income. Namely, the underworld and the Tenloss Corporation.
Because of this, the Shell Hutt had sent out his most trusted talent seekers. Normally, the men and women and beings he sent out would do their usual job of finding new entertainers, fresh revenue sources, or fledgling businesses to bring back to Popo and the Hutt Cartel, though mostly to the Wheel and Tenloss. Popo was a member of the Cartel, this was true, but he had his own dealings and personal empire to build over top of what the Cartel required. The fact that Popo's business wheeling and dealing benefited the other Hutts was a secondary effect on his main goals where he to be honest, which he usually wasn't if he could help it.
This job, however, was different. Popo had heard of advanced computer systems in use around the galaxy. Advanced computer intelligence programs. Supercomputers. Artificial Intelligence.
The Hutt wanted one.
Popo had decided that an advanced AI, loyal only to him, was necessary to effectively run the Wheel at optimum efficiency and minimal cost. The seekers he had sent out were charged with one thing and one thing only: Find those who could make the Hutt an AI system.
The Hutt realized that such a system was not 'for sale' in the galaxy. He realized that he would have to make his own and, while Popo was computer savvy enough to complete his complicated dealings and doctor his own books himself, he lacked the knowledge, experience, and general know how to create his own, advanced, sentient AI program.
And so he sought those who could and, from the reports so far, two individuals had stepped forward. His seekers had sent reports, of course. They always did, if they wished to remain in their positions, much less physically intact. In fact, luck was with the huge Hutt as both had arrived at roughly the same time. Thankfully, Wheel security in their heavy, durasteel armor was already escorting the individuals up to Popo's office where he sat, lounging, in his plush and ultra comfortable Hutt-sized chair behind his Hutt-sized desk.
Popo sat back and basked in the moment. Soon, with enough credits spent and the proper time given to the project, especially with the correct individuals, he would have what he wanted and, once it was completed and uploaded into the Wheel's computer systems, he could begin pushing his other agendas to what they really were capable of. Soon, the galaxy's underworld we be under his immense thumb.
But for now, he would simply play it safe and cautious. One step at a time, as he had always done for the past few centuries. This AI was just a starting step on his set path...