"Hey ~ what are you up to gorgeous xx?"
"It was really cool meeting you~ x ~"
"I-I can't stop thinking about our meeting that other day…"
Tiffany clearly had an excellent imagination. Inbetween her classes and studies, She had been daydreaming a little now and again about receiving a text or call like this from that interesting guy Bob, but it didn't seem to have materialized.
Instead, it seemed that this overachieving guy had been doing research in epigenetics instead and even had won an award for it. Humph!
She looked at the article on the front page of the university website which showed Bob shaking hands with the Dean and tapped her pencil on the desk with a slightly dissatisfied - but still cute ofc - expression.
She was a very resourceful girl and obviously relationships and social networking wasn't her life.
Well, not all of it at least.
I just need to increase my social value, she thought to herself. That way, I'll be able to attract heaps of hot guys and take my pick, as well as take a few more steps up the ladder to reaching my dream life! Hihihihihi… after thinking of this, she twirled around on her quite fabulous spinny chair in a much better mood.
Scrolling past several dozen phone-lengths of needy messages from all the Peters, Leroys smattered with the occasional Adams that she had left unanswered and hadn't had time to delete yet, Tiffany began to text her bestie Serina about the latest episode of "Girls Dream Life", which followed the Adventures of two girls that travelled the world together documenting everything that they saw and all the interesting people and cultures that they met along the way…
In actual fact, Tiffany's own dream honestly wasn't that ambitious in comparison to some… 'certain other individuals'… She mainly wanted to enjoy her youth exploring and getting to know herself, and after getting a chance to experience the world, the feeling of freedom and to do what she wanted for a bit, she would like to find a cute, hot and preferably rich guy that made her feel mostly special and happy, maybe start a family, have her own house, with some pets, don't forget a successful career, stable income and live happily ever after.
The only problem was that it was actually hard to find good guys. Her dates had generally been disappointments or disasters that had left her increasingly jaded; there were a few guys who had potential, but they didn't really compare to what she had seen in Bob. It might seem cruel, but girls would take a lot more risk vs. guys due to the nature of biology, and so she decided that, right now, it was probably best to just keep her options open and focus on her own journey, and hope that she could enjoy her freedom whilst in the process eventually finding or meeting a top quality guy.
Accordingly, she began to focus on her own health and well-being and doing what she wanted, her studies, her cheerleading activities, doing some modelling and visual arts on the side, focusing on honing and crafting her own brand of elegant and strong femininity.
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Bob had met many people over the course of his University studies to date, and kept everyone in mind, since he knew that all great things require great people. Tiffany was definitely someone he thought highly of, being hard working, pretty, creative and intelligent.
At the same time, he had not pursued any romance as he knew it was a non-optimal use of his currently limited time and resources.
Indeed. Resources. This was a key, truly crucial component in his plans to achieve Genetic success.
In order to achieve genetic success,
He had to find a way to increase his resources, which included time, money, potential capability, and influence.
The first most obvious thing to do was to continue absorbing as much positive energies as possible via all the breakthroughs he gained from his experiment with Ms Heidi, focusing on maxing out his Rizz Index, Touch Index, Strength, Intelligence, and Ability levels whilst delivering exceptional results to max his genetic quality. No problem. He would continue doing his pushups, sit-ups, and training, diet and so on.
His "Become a Hero Co." had also swelled in scope and scale, pivoting to teaching online seminars, which allowed sharing of crucial Art of Rizz knowledge with more people and minimal effort. That was fine too.
However! A problem had arisen.
It was the - in his mind - excessive media attention that he garnered from his Epigenetic research that had alerted Bob to the need for personal privacy as he continued on his path to genetic greatness.
Bob was not afraid of difficulty or hardship, as his determination and resilience was his greatest strength. However, he was also someone who valued his freedom and autonomy.
Bob, thanks to his genius but not OP intellect, had extrapolated and realised that the more you were known for something, the more would be demanded from you. If he continued being media-mobbed over Epigenetic research and other similar exceptional exploits, he would be pigeonholed and lose the strategic flexibility needed to achieve his goals. He would also potentially become a target of envy and have to deal with all sorts of politics. Like a chess master who understood when to maintain all the options in the position as opposed to blindly jumping into one forced variation, Bob understood that it was still too soon to put all his eggs in one basket.
In short, becoming famous or well known at the cost of your own privacy and autonomy was vastly overrated. This seeming success would quickly lose its lustre, like a bad paint job fading off a second hand car, and you would to a large extent become a slave to society's expectations. Moreover, if you ever failed the public's expectations - and the chances were high, since he was human after all and you could never please everyone who anyway all had their own opinions - the repercussions could be brutal. Bob wanted to become a genetic success, but he would not martyr himself if he could help it. He knew that the true joy of life wasn't in being famous or being enslaved by public opinion, but rather having the freedom to live in peace and happiness, whilst at the same time making big contributions to, and influencing the world for the better, as he felt like it.
Accordingly, after much deliberation, he decided on giving the world what they wanted, whilst furthering his plans, and maintaining his own glorious individual autonomy.
With the power of AI, holographic, and Multiple Projection technology, he thus created a new persona, who would become the stereotypical picture of success - wealthy, charismatic, self-made, a pioneer of humanity with invaluable contributions - Valentine Richést.
Valentine Richést would fulfill many functions, not least of which was to be the face of his future sperm bank which would attract willing and consenting women to bear his children in exchange for lucrative benefits. With good ol' Valentine as the face, alongside Bob's genuinely exceptional genetic quality, this would be a way for Bob to begin the first step of his 'Spray and Pray' strategy, thereby bypassing all the wasted time dating, navigating potential relational drama, divorce lawsuits and child support payments, whilst at the same time allowing him to begin populating the world with Bobs and Bobette Jnrs as per his original plan.
That's right. Whilst the esteemed readers were shaking their heads in disbelief that Bob would research cryogenic methods to preserve his seed, and scoffing at the whole gist of the 'Spray and Pray' strategy, Bob had in fact not been joking.
(This sh** was actually happening, and it was going to be glorious.)
Of course, it wasn't going to be easy. But then again, great things never were.