Evelyn sighed and thrown herself to the bed the moment she returned to her room, cursing silently when she failed to sink into the springy, thin mattress.
Oh yeah, average quality furnitures.
Snorting to herself, Evelyn retreived her laptop and login into the wifi. It wasn't long before she blew around fifteen grands on a bed-mattress-blanket-pillow combo.
For others, it might have been a big sum. In fact, it was a big sum for Evelyn, having took of a large chunk of her saving. Unlike others, however, the grey haired girl could easily recuperate.
The global economy is a fickle thing, dominated just as much by cold mathematics as by the capricious nature of humans.
What that mean for Evelyn is that her predictive algorithm could only create an accurate simulation of the global economy within one month into the future. Which, in practice, is still enough for making money rain from the sky.
With just a couple clicks and a few messages, a few real estates changed hands, stock were bought and sold, and Evelyn made fifteen grands. Had she wanted, she could make more. Had she wanted, she could have been a much greater woman. Global hunger, overpopulation, pollution, plagues, poverty, wars, all these things, Evelyn had no doubt that she could easily solve if she wanted. However, these tasks were too tedious for her.
Instead, she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. This... Awakened... ordeal, it was a welcome distraction from the tedium of life, of mingling with the mediocrity of humanity. She was, for the first time, amongst the truly unique, the true cream of the crop. It was...amusing.
Idly, she wondered if any of them could finally match the vast ocean of her intellect. That would be a welcome change of pace.
