Rule with competence and benevolence

The only reason you even bothered to conquer this pitiful little country was that you're really, truly dissatisfied with how it's being run. 'Protect and serve' your ass! The American military seemed competent enough when seen through your sniper scope, but the police are corrupt to the core, the politicians are all pocketed by large corporations, and Disney is pointed ass-backwards over to China. It's all gone down the drink, you think. Now that you're in charge of things, you can set things right.

For starters, you begin to duplicate materials en masse to sell abroad. Within six months, you've managed to pay off the notoriously large US foreign debt, and supplied the world with enough materials to build a two-way six-lane highway to the Moon if they felt like it. You get creative with the materials, and duplicate things like rare metals, healthy honey bees, printer ink cartridges, computer chips, fertile soil, and of course food, which your millions of clones need badly, as you figured out during your military incursion. Thankfully your clones were self-sufficient enough to duplicate their own food during the campaign.

Meanwhile, you've gone and fired every single law enforcement officer in the country and replaced them with your clones. They're disposable, incorruptible, loyal and competent. Attaining the trust of the public will take a long time, as will getting all of your clones up to the fitness standards of police officers. On the upside though, you look mad hot in uniform.

Sometimes, the disgraced former police officers will gather all their most irksome friends and shoot up a local police station, only to get gunned down by a mob of hundreds of Sophies. Larger terror attacks happen too, some even with bombs or poison gas to mitigate the usefulness of having multiple bodies. Thankfully, these attacks are rare, focus almost entirely on Sophies as opposed to civilians so they don't cause any permanent damage, and also serve to paint the previous law enforcement as embittered fascists.

You've not forgotten your friends in the organized crime who helped you achieve this victory. In exchange for them to shut down their operations entirely, you pay all of their members a nice pension and buy them cozy homes in Central Germany and cottages in Switzerland to boot. Naturally, this comes with the caveat that if their gnarled claws ever dare to influence the US economy in any way, you'll hunt them down like animals.

Foreign relations are challenging to build up. It's difficult to convince any of the other world leaders that they're dealing with the original Sophie, as if such a thing even mattered - you consider all of your clones to be just an extension of your own body and mind. In addition, not many people recognize the United States as a legitimate country anymore, due to being surrendered power in a coup. However, you don't hesitate to spin whataboutist nonsense about how often this happens in Africa or South America, as if US-based companies weren't the culprits behind most of those coups.

Once all of US's debts are paid, you begin to rebuild relations with other nations by simply gifting them inordinate amounts of high-grade building materials to build whatever they desire - modern cities, road networks, hydroponic farms, carbon dioxide recapturing plants, seasteads, farmland and aquifiers, solar farms, giant statues, artwork, or megastructures previously thought insane and wasteful. Of course, many countries lack the expertiese to design or even construct such structures, so you're more than happy to lend your personal workforce of Sophies to them, free of charge.

Next the issue comes up that all of these wonderful advances are tied to your single lifespan. Once you die of old age, no amount of cloning will be sufficient to undo it. None the matter, you figure! Just like you've trained your clones to be police officers, architects and engineers, you now begin to accrue every possible facet of science and biology, in an attempt to achieve the unthinkable - biological immortality.

Right around your prime, at the age of 25 years old, the solution comes up, and you are made ageless. By this point, most countries of the world are essentially your vassal states, dependent on your resource duplication to function. A new post-scarcity economic system called Sophienomics emerges, and out-competes all previous ones. Only the most stubborn of countries are left behind to wallow in their self-imposed squalor.

By the time you are 75 but still look, sound and act 25, you are the unquestioned ruler of the planet.

ENDING 83 -Sophienomics 101-