The Birth of FUTURE — Offshore Empires, Market Control, and the 90's Tech Conquest
Daniel Lamoglia Casteluche sat at his desk, the faint glow of an ancient IBM monitor casting shadows across his face. His small 10-year-old hands typed furiously, but his mind? Sharper than any Wall Street shark.
The System whispered possibilities like a devil on his shoulder.
[Directive Accepted: Establish FUTURE.][Primary Objective: Financial growth and market manipulation across global stock exchanges.][Secondary Objective: Minimize taxation via offshore incorporation.]
A holographic interface blinked in Daniel's mind, unseen by the world.
"Begin with the Cayman Islands," Daniel ordered, eyes gleaming.
[Confirmed: Shell Corporation FUTURE Inc. registered in the Cayman Islands. Full legal protections ensured. Tax liability reduced to 0.002%.][Establishing U.S. subsidiary: FUTURE Technologies, Delaware jurisdiction selected — favorable corporate laws, anonymity guaranteed.]
Daniel cracked his knuckles, staring at the list of target companies. His plan was bold, insane by normal standards — but then again, normal died the day he got The System.
Zipper Interactive.Paradox Development Studio.Remedy Entertainment.BioWare.Netscape — but build Google, not Yahoo.Amazon.Blizzard.Dominate the dotcom explosion.
"First, we need seed capital. Grow the 100 million… flip the markets… hit 10 billion. How long, System?"
The voice answered cold, precise:
[Estimated timeframe: 14 months — aggressive, but feasible with 100% stock prediction accuracy. Target exchanges: NASDAQ, NYSE, HKEX, Nikkei, Euronext, MOEX, LSE.][Engaging market strategies: High-frequency trading, shadow acquisitions, price manipulation simulations. Legal grey areas: 96.4% coverage. Risk: Minimal.]
Daniel grinned. "Perfect."
But another thought hit him — "I still have school. Homework. Can't blow my cover."
The System adapted instantly:
[Operational Mode: Autonomous Financial Growth engaged.][Hiring Protocol initiated: Head-hunters securing top-tier HR, Administrative, Financial, and Legal experts globally. Prestige Office Location: One World Trade Center recommended — projected as symbol of power and legitimacy.]
Daniel raised an eyebrow. "One World Trade? Bit flashy… but I like it."
The System's voice intensified:
[CEO selection pending. Recommendation: Anonymous figurehead — COT (Chief of Tomorrow). Public face shields true power structure. Ultimate decisions remain with you, Daniel.]
"Chief of Tomorrow…" Daniel whispered, loving the irony.
The holographic market feeds exploded around him — live stock tickers from every major exchange, charts pulsing with opportunity. His $100 million snowballed as The System executed trades with inhuman precision.
[Projected Timeline to $10 Billion: Accelerated to 11 months with compounded reinvestment and aggressive market influence.][Netscape investment secured. Covert Google prototype development underway.][Amazon shares acquired discreetly.][Future acquisitions staged: Blizzard, Paradox, BioWare, Remedy — negotiations to be masked by shell entities.]
Daniel's heart pounded. He was playing a game no one even knew existed — rewriting the tech future with his fingerprints hidden in the shadows.
"System… remind me. Why do I have this power?"
The voice hesitated — then, the shadows in the room twisted. A familiar, skeletal figure materialized, black cloak billowing, eyes glowing with mischievous blue flame.
Death.
"Because Heaven's IT department sucks," Death rasped with a grin. "And you saved that little girl. So… cosmic screw-up turned jackpot for you."
Death's bony hand pointed at him.
"Let me give you some advice, Daniel. This world? It's brutal. Never — and I mean NEVER — let anyone hurt you… or someone you love. Blood for blood. Tooth for tooth. Make that your motto. You got a free pass from Hell for saving that kid, but this universe?"
He chuckled darkly.
"This ain't your old world. This body — it belonged to a boy who died tonight. You took his place. His life, his memories… now it's yours. No karma debt here. Clean slate. Ruthless slate."
Daniel's expression hardened.
"Blood for blood. Tooth for tooth… I like that."
Death vanished into the shadows, laughter echoing.
The System chimed one final time:
[Mission parameters clear. Wealth, power, influence — all within reach. Morality undefined. The future? Yours to shape. Welcome to the game, Daniel.]
Daniel smirked, eyes locked on the market feeds. School in the morning — global domination by night.
The 90's tech revolution had a new player. And his name was FUTURE.