Chapter 182: Delivery System

In his room, while the world was still trying to dig up everything about him, Liam’s mind was elsewhere; on Lucid.The first batch of Lucid devices — the world’s most advanced wearable — was scheduled to reach the tech reviewers by morning. The unboxing videos, the first impressions, the global frenzy — all of it depended on smooth, flawless delivery.

And yet, there was a problem; he didn’t have a delivery method... yet.

Liam sat cross-legged on his bed, his fingers drumming rhythmically on his knee as he thought. He had been too busy these past two days dealing with the aftermath of the A380 incident to plan logistics. But that didn’t worry him. He had never intended to rely on conventional delivery systems.

Planes were too slow. Cargo firms were too monitored and shipping was too traceable.

No. What he wanted was something else entirely — unrestricted logistics.

"Drones," he said softly, with a small smile. "But not just any drones."

The idea bloomed in his mind like lightning striking open sky — a global, autonomous delivery network that would operate outside every law, radar, and border system on Earth.

He already knew how this would go once the Lucid review videos hit the internet. Governments would panic and corporations would scramble, doing everything they can restrict it. Tech firms would reverse-engineer the glasses; agencies would file injunctions; customs and export regulators would impose embargoes.

And all of them would fail.

Because even if they tore Lucid apart, all they’d find would be meaningless microstructures and the same components of ordinary sunglasses.

They would run tests, bombard the units with X-rays, infrared, spectrum analyzers — and get nothing.

But embargoes? Yes. Those could slow him down.

He could already imagine the tactics: customs freezes, export licensing bans, postal blocks at national entry points, "Security audits" demanded by regulatory bodies. All are legal and suffocating.

And yet, as Liam smiled to himself, as he knew that with the idea he has in mind, none of those would matter.

Because he intend to build something that would bypass the entire planet’s logistics systems.

A skyborne network — autonomous, invisible, and omnipresent.

He stood up from the bed, pacing slowly across the room as plans formed in his mind faster than words could describe them.

What he needed were around two hundred regional carriers, each the size of a city bus. These would function as orbital stations — hovering tens of thousands of feet in the sky, well above the radar ceilings of even advanced military arrays.

Each of those carriers would contain hundreds — no, thousands — of smaller drones. Compact, fast, and near-silent.

Each small drone would be big enough to carry only one Lucid box. Nothing more. Nothing less.

They would emerge from the mother drone or pod, descend through clouds like shooting stars, drop the delivery to a doorstep, then return to the sky before anyone even noticed them.

And since every regional drone would operate independently, borders would cease to exist.

Whether a reviewer lived in Tokyo, San Francisco, Berlin, or Lagos, their Lucid would arrive within the hour.

Every drone would fly under digital camouflage — their radar profiles absorbed, thermal signatures masked, transponders invisible. They would appear as empty air.

This way, there will be need for customs, couriers or middlemen. Just instant delivery.

"It’ll work," Liam muttered to himself.

"Lucy, start working on this. I want them ready before nightfall," he said, as he passed the data to Lucy.

"Yes, master. I will be get it done before nightfall. I will inform you when they are ready."

"Perfect. I will be waiting," Liam nodded in satisfaction, as he relaxed back on his bed.

***

Nightfall

Time passed quickly.

The sky outside had darkened to deep indigo, the city glowing beneath it like a sea of molten gold.

Liam had just returned from dinner when Lucy’s voice echoed in his head.

"Master, the two hundred regional pods and two hundred thousand delivery drones are ready and fully operational."

"You really do work fast," Liam smiled, as he vanished from the room in a blink, reappearing in the Dimensional Space.

And what he saw made his heart thump in satisfaction.

Suspended across the horizon were hundreds of colossal silver-gray capsules, each hovering silently in perfect formation. Their sleek exteriors shimmered faintly, catching the dim light of the eternal sky above the Space.

They looked like something plucked straight from a sci-fi dream — levitating titans, smooth and seamless, their hulls marked only by faint blue-white lights running in symmetrical lines.

Each one was the length of a bus but bigger than one. Just like the smaller drones, the pods are capsule shaped.

Liam walked toward the nearest one. As he approached, the capsule responded — its hull split open down the middle with a faint hydraulic hiss.

Inside, the interior expanded like a small warehouse.

Rows of metallic racks filled the sides, lined with hundreds of smaller, capsule-shaped drones. The inner walls glowed with soft blue strips of light.

Liam stepped inside, his footsteps echoing faintly on the polished floor. He reached out and picked up one of the smaller drones from the rack.

It was smooth, compact, almost weightless — no more than the length of his forearm.

The drone pulsed responded to his touch and with a soft click, its shell split horizontally.

Inside was a single Lucid box, perfectly fitted.

Liam stared for a moment, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

"Impeccable," he said softly.

The drone sealed itself again, folding back into standby mode.

"The drones are autonomous," Lucy explained. "I’ve built an independent AI node to manage deployment. I’ll still oversee the network, but each unit can operate alone if necessary. Every drone has cloaking arrays, dynamic signal dampers, and optical camouflage. They will not be detected by radar or satellite. They can hover indefinitely at any altitude below the stratosphere. As for the power source, I used zero point energy. I’ve already taken care of loading and other things. You just need to take out to Earth and they will launch into the sky."

Liam stepped out of the pod and looked up at the fleet hanging across the Dimensional sky.

"You’ve outdone yourself again."

"I only follow your design, Master."

He chuckled softly. "And you execute it better than I imagine."

He walked across the field, surveying the rows of massive pods. They were beautiful.

He could already picture two hundred mother drones rising invisibly into the atmosphere, spreading across every continent.

System, how do I take them out?

[Touch the pod you wish to deploy and think about leaving the Dimensional Space with it.]

He looked at the rows of pods stretching into the distance — hundreds of them — and exhaled softly.

"That might take a while."