Spawn Yourself a Star System

Before you could go messing around with the galaxy, you realised you’d need some sort of income. While it was entirely possible for you to just will the money into existence, you decided to stretch your godly power and make something of a home base for yourself.

With this in mind, you beam yourself to a coffee shop in 2160’s Earth and use your god power to open up a display showing a system map similar to how Stellaris did their map, only with mass relay lanes instead of hyper lanes.

Your observation of the Mass Effect relay network was interrupted by a waitress asking for your order. You give the brunette woman a smile and order a coffee while using your new found god powers to turn the cafe into a nude cafe. Suddenly, just like that, all the workers (save for the back area staff) turned into cute and/or sexy girls wearing nothing but an apron and a smile.

As the waitress turned to take your order to the barista, you got a great view of her nude arse, delicious hips and long, smooth legs.

“Mmmm, I could get used to this,” you mutter to yourself. Apparently not quietly enough because the waitress turned just enough to flash you a smirk and a wink.

With that done, you turn your attention back to the display. A thought then strikes you and you convert the display so that it is now taking the form of an omni-tool screen. You rest your arm on the table you are sitting at and begin using the holographic display like it was a touch screen except now you could stick your hand into the display and drag it around. You aren’t totally sure how this works and resolve to figure it out later but for now, you had a job to do.

You follow a transit lane from relay to relay until it ends up in the Terminus Systems and then, using your god power, you branch it off in a new direction. You add a couple more relays to the line until you get to a spot of empty space in the Terminus. Then, you conjure up a star in the middle of that empty space.

Obviously, this is something beyond normal human know-how so you use your god powers to give yourself the necessary knowledge. You almost gasp as an unending torrent of information floods into your formally mortal mind. Before you are completely overwhelmed, you just manage to stop time. With that in mind, you spend the next couple of eternities coming to grips with every tiny detail of how a star is made.

With this knowledge, you create a nice, warm and radiant star that would have a rather sizable habitable zone close enough to allow for a 400 day year. The round number made you feel nice.

With that done, you allow the Solar Encyclopedia flow out of your mind, just retaining a few interesting bits of knowledge. With that, you allow time to resume.

You are then distracted from your work by the brunette waitress setting a nice looking cappuccino down in front of you with some cinnamon donuts included.

“Sorry to distract you,” the waitress began in a sultry tone, tugging at her apron to show off more of her delicious and creamy breasts. “I hope the coffee is creamy enough for you,” she said, bending over just enough for you to get a tantalising peek at her nipples. “And the donuts are hot enough,” she added huskily, flicking a glance at your pants as your member made itself known.

“I’m sure they will be,” you said in a low, sultry tone as you give the woman a grin. You turn your arm over so the screen disappears and lean forward, staring directly into the waitress’ eyes. The girl bit her lip in a clear sign of lust, her eyes sparkling. She folded her arms under her chest, which only helped to accentuate her delicious and quite sizable breasts, and cocked her hip out to one side. The apron was clearly not intended to work as a modesty garment and thus gave you the barest, tantalizing hint of her clean shaven snatch.

“I get off at 16,” the girl told you before turning around and practically darting off. You grin as you watch her leave before checking your omni-tool for the time. Your grin widens as you realise that’s in an hour. And then the notion that she casually dropped a digit in 24 hour time hits you and you find that interesting for a moment.

With a quiet chuckle, a sip of some excellent coffee and a bite of a hot, sugary donut, you return to your project. This time, instead of pouring the knowledge into your brain and manually creating everything, you use your god powers to set up a ‘V.I.’ of sorts which begins populating your new star system as organically as possible. You do, however, save the spot for your habitable world for yourself to construct but that will come later. Instead, you sip some more coffee and watch the waitress work which only makes her more flustered.