Tyr sat at his workbench, the dim glow of the arc reactor prototype casting long shadows across the room. The console he was designing lay in front of him, its sleek black and purple casing a testament to his growing ambition.
The idea had come to him after days of working with the team at Helix Studios. He wanted a device so advanced that no one could reverse-engineer it—something uniquely his. Theon's memories gave him an edge, a treasure trove of technology and design concepts far beyond what existed in 2006.
He smiled faintly as he traced a finger along the console's outline. The hardware wasn't just about gaming; it would be the foundation for his larger plans. Each piece was carefully designed, from the encrypted processors to the proprietary operating system.
"Good luck figuring this out," Tyr muttered.
As his fingers worked on wiring the internal components, his mind wandered to the projects he'd assigned to Helix Studios.
Rocket League had been an easy choice—fast-paced, competitive, and unique enough to carve out its own niche in the market. Its simple concept of soccer with rocket-powered cars felt like a guaranteed hit.
Bloodborne, on the other hand, was a risk. Theon's memories of the brutal, atmospheric game made it clear that it catered to a niche audience of hardcore gamers. Tyr wasn't sure if the gaming community in this era was ready for something like that.
Still, he trusted his instincts. If executed well, Bloodborne could redefine what people expected from gaming.
He pulled up the latest reports from the studio on his laptop, scrolling through the progress updates. The teams were already making headway, and the concept art for Bloodborne was exactly as he remembered—gothic, eerie, and dripping with atmosphere.
Tyr allowed himself a moment of satisfaction. His handpicked team was proving themselves more than capable, even if they didn't know who their boss really was.
Satisfied with the studio's progress, Tyr turned his attention back to the workshop.
The console wasn't his only project. Over the past few days, he had been putting the final touches on Argos, his AI.
The system was complete—an advanced intelligence built to analyze, gather, and process information on a global scale. Tyr had designed it to be a tool, a resource to keep him one step ahead of the world's threats.
He hadn't realized just how much of a marvel it was until now.
The AI's internal architecture, its ability to parse and connect data points, was far beyond anything he'd initially envisioned. The strange knack he had for technology—Mechu-Deru, as he called it—seemed to be enhancing his work without him even realizing it.
"Maybe I'm too good at this," Tyr muttered, leaning back in his chair with a cocky grin.
It wasn't just about building things anymore. It was about innovation. Every time he worked with technology, his understanding deepened, his ideas expanded. It felt like his intelligence was evolving, reaching levels he hadn't thought possible.
He shook his head, snapping himself out of his reverie. Argos was ready. All that was left was to activate it.
Tyr leaned forward, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. With a deep breath, he entered the final command.
The screen flickered for a moment, and then a sleek interface appeared. A glowing purple emblem, shaped like a wolf's eye, blinked to life.
"Welcome, Argos," Tyr said softly.
The system began processing immediately, running diagnostics and parsing through the encrypted backdoors Tyr had set up. He watched as streams of data scrolled across the screen, information from all over the world pouring in.
For now, Argos was silent, its presence felt only through the hum of activity on the screen.
Tyr didn't notice the faint flicker of awareness in the glowing emblem.
Later that night, Tyr sat cross-legged in the center of the workshop, his eyes closed as he focused on the Force.
It had become a ritual of sorts, a way to center himself amid the chaos of his projects and plans. The energy hummed around him, faint but ever-present, like a current waiting to be tapped.
Telekinesis was improving. He could feel it. Objects felt lighter, easier to control, and his precision was growing. Earlier in the day, he had managed to levitate five objects at once, keeping them stable for almost a minute.
But it wasn't enough.
The Force had so much more to offer, and Tyr was determined to unlock its full potential.
His mind wandered to the notebook where he had written down his goals: Force Push, Force Pull, and, someday, Force Crush. He knew he wasn't ready for the advanced techniques yet, but the progress he was making gave him hope.
As he opened his eyes, the notebook lay in front of him, its pages filled with sketches, notes, and calculations. He circled the word telekinesis again, underlining it twice.
"Focus," he muttered to himself. "One step at a time."
Back at the workbench, Tyr glanced at the designs for the console. He had made progress on the hardware, but the software would take time. Every detail had to be perfect—not just functional but revolutionary.
He leaned forward, his mind racing with possibilities. This console wasn't just a project; it was a stepping stone. With Helix Studios, Argos, and his other plans coming together, Tyr could feel the future taking shape.