In the reflection of the screen, he didn't see a gamer anymore. He saw the architect of a world that would never have to work again—or a world that would eventually be nothing but chrome. He clicked. And the world began to harvest. To help you build out this or refine the mechanics : The Antagonist (a rival CEO or a glitching AI) The Cost (what happens when the resources run out?) The Endgame (does the factory leave the planet?)
The screen flickered, and a sleek, translucent window bled into his vision. It wasn't just buttons; it was power. The Auto-Harvest Pulse FACTORY SIMULATOR GUI (AUTO HARVEST TREES, AUTO...
Eli hesitated. The factory was no longer just making parts; it was hungry. It was a god in a gearbox, and he held the remote. He reached for the mouse, his finger hovering over the glass. In the reflection of the screen, he didn't