At six in the morning, Rowan tossed and turned, unable to get back to sleep.
Yesterday, Rowan had spent a full thirty thousand emotion points exchanging for aircraft engine blueprints from the system.
Now his head was full of airplanes. He carefully moved the slender, silky arm aside, kissed Jaina gently on the forehead, and slipped out of the bedroom.
Since flying aircraft carriers were entirely feasible, Rowan was eager to bring the aerial hunters of the information age to Azeroth.
An aircraft carrier without fighters was an incomplete carrier. It was like a man without...
A woman without...
In short, if they could manufacture high-speed aerial weapons in Azeroth and augment them with supernatural energies such as arcane and shadow, their destructive power would be enough to strike fear into class practitioners confined to the ground.
Still, Rowan did not have particularly high hopes for fighter development.
The research involved materials for building fighters and the manufacture of high-tech components. Even with the system's conceptual drawings, Morris, a district that had yet to move beyond the coal-fired industrial age, simply lacked the means.
The system had given this sort of information-age, manned aerial strike craft a name, which was also the name on the blueprints Rowan now held-the Liberator Type-A Fighter.
Information source region: Koprulu Sector.
The Koprulu Sector sounded somewhat familiar, but the system had been far too noisy last night. It had kept clamoring for Rowan to buy technologies that the Morris Industries District could not possibly implement.
Thought Link, Warp Matrix, Planet-Destroying Technology, and so on-Rowan had no interest whatsoever in these extraordinary technologies with their grandiose names.
The system was plainly trying to swindle Rowan out of his emotion points. Fortunately, the clever Rowan had seen through its tricks.
Rowan had always been a practical