Looking at my women's progress through the Women Care ability, a deep, quiet pride settled in my chest like warm iron. They had money now—more than enough to never work another day if they chose.
Security. Luxury.
The kind of life where they could lounge in silk robes, sip champagne at sunrise, and watch the world spin while I carried every burden. They'd never know poverty again, never feel the bite of any kind of lack for the rest of their lives; be it any luxury or mind-blowing sex.
But they didn't choose that.
Not one of them.
They'd decided—every single one—to keep learning, to devour knowledge like it was oxygen, to build right beside me even though they didn't have to lift a finger. They weren't content being carried like precious cargo. They grew their own wings, their own claws, their own empires.
All I had to do was give them the first push, the first spark of system knowledge through ARIA and her own AGI intelligence, and they rocketed toward the stratosphere.
