Humanity's Greatest Mecha Warrior System

The rest of the Reaver Council was sent off to sort out their assistants, while Max sat in a chair, sipping a milkshake and listening to their thoughts. Some of them were quite interesting with their ideas about what the perfect assistant would be, but most of them were more concerned about what the others would think if they came back with something strange.

Mary had picked the appearance of a loli Innu, so the standard wasn't very high to keep things somewhat normal, but even then, if they messed up the personality, all the other AI units would know, and that would surely get back to the rest of the Council.

Max thought that they were overthinking it too much. The rest of the council already knew who the perverts, oddballs and closeted weirdos were. Even if they showed up with a succubus in a bondage outfit, it probably wouldn't be a surprise to anyone else in the room.

So, the process was taking them much longer than it had to, but that extra little bit of introspection had led most of them to the creation of truly likeable assistants. With the general condition of "able to put up with my nonsense" they were going to be an incredibly resilient group of workers, and the Council Members knew that if they weren't easy to get along with, people would start bypassing the assistants to start sending messages directly to them again, the same way that they bypassed the staff in the parliament building.

A few hours later, when everyone gathered again, Max realized that the room had actually gotten much better looking. There wasn't a single one of the assistants that wasn't either incredibly beautiful or handsome, and with the exception of one young male Hunter, the rest were all human.

That was as expected for the Council, and the lone Hunter-based AI appearance made him look a bit lonely and out of place, which greatly amused the Reaver Council member that had created him.

"Now that we've all got assistants, we should let them get acquainted with each other. The base programming appears to be excellently chosen, but they have no life experience yet, and they will need to be fully focused on their jobs tomorrow." One of the Council Members suggested.

That wasn't strictly true. With their processing speed, it was unlikely that they would ever get to the point where they were overloaded with work. But it was good to let them socialize for a while and get to know each other in a more normal manner than the coded digital messages that all AI preferred when they were talking among themselves.

A bit of verbal communication would help them mentally prepare for the days to come, and get to know the personalities that had been programmed into the other units so that they could phrase their internal messages in a way that was most likely to elicit the desired responses from the Council Members.

The AI units might be freshly created, but they weren't stupid. They understood very well that manipulation was the key to keeping things moving smoothly in politics. All they had to learn was what the best method was.

The Council Members were mostly unaware of how little their new assistants thought of them. The AI was programmed with loyalty as a mandatory function, so they wouldn't betray their Council Member, but that didn't mean that they would necessarily have a high opinion of them.

Especially the ones who had spent a long time on perverted fantasies before finalizing a design.

While the Council relaxed and discussed minor issues, the AI team got together and brainstormed the best way to minimize their workload. Most of the requests that came in now were summarily ignored and received no response, which only led to more messages on the same topic, reworded in a dozen different ways, hoping to elicit a response that would satisfy them.

Instead of that approach, they intended to put them in the line, but to phrase the answer in such a way as to make it seem like the line was much longer than it really was, and that they were being done a favour to get that spot.

It would smooth over many issues, and hopefully reduce the redundant messages. They could also read them tens of thousands of times faster than the humans, and respond to them immediately if they were simple inquiries where the answer was known, but somewhat confidential or restricted in scope.

That was also a large part of what the Council did. All the Reavers needed to be kept aware of certain developments, and they were responsible for spreading the news that came from their portion of the fleets.

With a hundred quantum computing units working in tandem, they were possibly the largest coordinated computing unit in the Alliance, with a capacity far larger than even the reserves commanded by Felicity and Sylvie. It wouldn't take them long before they had sorted out the issues with the data load and had their Commanders running as efficiently as possible, with as little outside interference into the decision-making process as the assistants could manage.

After all, long talks about dispensing favours could be left to the Councilmen themselves, while the assistants just sent out the final notices. If there was no favour to be granted, the Council only needed to be notified of the pending decision, and that could be summarized and authorized in a matter of seconds.

Nico was delighted with this program. She would finally be able to contact her mother for visits without dealing with all the bureaucrats. The AI was much more reasonable, in her opinion, and didn't care about how much time was spent relaxing, as long as all the work got done. Of course, since she was the one who compiled their basic programming, keeping Nico happy was much higher on the priority list than might be expected.

"Alright, we will disperse for the day, everyone spend some time with your new assistants, and we will meet in the morning after they have arranged the day's schedule to see if there are other changes that need to be made." Mary instructed the group, then she turned to face Max and Nico again.

"Why don't you stay for dinner as well?"