Global Awakening: Apocalypse Ender's Chronicle-Chapter 1112: A.I. Cloud’s Power

Meanwhile, as Shane was trying to pursue Alexander, Cloud did not rest and continued working...

It did not sleep or rest for obvious reasons.

At this moment, Cloud existed as a circle of metal with a red light at its core.

It assumed this body for convenience, so everyone could easily access Cloud in case they needed something. Cloud, a construct of the Anima Civilization, was only a Support A.I., but it was also designed for endless calculation and flawless assistance.

Though Shane referred to it as "Cloud," the entity was not singular.

It had many clones, each deployed to different shelters under Shane’s control, each performing tasks that not many could do...

At this time, one clone was being carried by a Warden Unit within Blood Talon Shelter, assisting Reylin. The shelter housed over eight hundred survivors, a population that required constant monitoring.

"Cloud, the food reserves are dropping again... I think it’s because of the late shipment from Blue Haven. Tsk... Tundra should be handling this." Reylin muttered as she scanned the reports. Her shelter was originally only capable of housing 400 residents. They had doubled already, and their current production wasn’t keeping up.

Cloud rotated slightly, its red light flashing.

[ Current reserves: 12,340 units. Projected consumption: 12,800 units within three days. Recommendation: increase rationing by 5% or request shipment from Eclipse Domain. ]

Reylin sighed. "Fine. I’ll cut rations. Better than starving later."

Cloud did not respond.

It had already moved on to calculating water filtration rates and generator output...

Apparently, Cloud processed food distribution schedules, calculated water filtration rates, and balanced energy consumption across the shelter’s generators. It tracked every individual’s contribution, logging hours of labor, and many others.

Its existence was extremely crucial if they wanted to handle such a huge population.

Furthermore, when Reylin issued commands, Cloud also translated them into precise directives for the managers.

When disputes arose among workers, Cloud calculated optimal resolutions based on productivity metrics, not morality...

Cloud’s existence was irreplaceable within the Blood Talon Shelter.

Needless to say, it was the same with Avalon, the Floating Fortress...

Another clone operated in this place...

Here, it assisted Zarion, the Legendary Elf.

Avalon was a marvel of engineering, suspended above the ground by arcane engines and mechanical stabilizers.

High above the ground, Zarion the Legendary Elf stood at the edge of Avalon’s deck.

"Cloud... I think we’re getting close to our destination... Status of the engines?"

The metallic sphere’s red light glowed before it replied.

[ Spirit-Fuel ratio stable at 97%. Wind resistance adjusted. Altitude holding at 1,200 meters. Probability of collapse: 0.02%. ]

Zarion chuckled...

"That stability is all I need. Good work, Cloud. I really hope we can drink a wine together someday."

[ I will try. ]

"Ohh? Really? That’s good to hear. I hope you can have a body soon. ]

[ ... ]

Cloud did not answer. The work it had included monitoring of the engines, ensuring their mana and spirit energy fuel ratios remained stable. Aside from calculating wind resistance, Cloud would also help adjust the ballast and track the fortress’s altitude.

When Zarion requested reports, Cloud delivered them instantly, like lists of incoming resources, maintenance schedules for the fortress’s weapons, and projections of Avalon’s endurance under siege.

Cloud also coordinated with the elf’s lieutenants, answering queries about mana crystal efficiency, weapon calibration, and shield generator output.

Thanks to its existence, Zarion was basically having an easy time leading this shelter.

In any case, a third clone resided in Blue Haven Shelter, where Fiona and Tundra were nominally in charge. When the two were busy, Cloud handled the shelter’s operations.

At this time, Fiona’s absence left Tundra pacing.

"Cloud... The artillery team just finished practicing... They mentioned that the Spirit Cannons made by the Elves are misfiring again. Can you fix it?"

Cloud replied immediately.

[ No. Only Elves can repair their arrays. However, based on previous records, the error likely originates from targeting crystals that are either misaligned or damaged. ]

"Ahhh... Should we just change the targeting crystals? I think there’s an extra supply from the elves, right?"

[ Yes. ]

Tundra smiled as he recalled the shipment from the Eclipse Domain.

"Thanks, Cloud! Do not rebel against us, okay? I don’t think I can do anything without you. ]

[ ... ]

Just like that, Tundra started working...

It also monitored the rat colonies Fiona used for scouting, catalogued their movements, and relayed information to others if needed.

Furthermore, it even tracked their ice production, calculating how much could be stored for defensive purposes versus consumption.

Of course, Cloud could also be used by other laborers...

It would process requests from engineers, blacksmiths, and soldiers.

"How many bolts can be forged with current iron reserves?"

"Cloud, how many hull plates can be completed with our current steel?"

"Cloud, I think we don’t have enough people here. Do you know the optimal allocation of manpower between dockyard cranes, shipwright crews, and harbor defenses?"

"How long until the next shipment of timber arrives?"

Cloud answered each query instantly, even if they were dumb questions. It would not complain at all.

***

Then, within Shane’s main shelter, the Eclipse Domain, another clone focused on the filtration tower.

The Eclipse Domain’s filtration tower was like a steel giant...

From the outside, its pipes and furnaces could be seen roaring day and night.

Every drop of crude oil that entered the shelter passed through this place, where it was broken down, purified, and transformed into the fuels that kept their convoys, armored cars, and generators alive. Diesel, gasoline, kerosene... all of it flowed from here. It was one of the lifebloods of Shane’s forces.

Cloud’s clone would always be carried here by a Warden and monitor this place. Specifically thethe endless stream of barrels that they were receiving from Travis’s shelter...

The intake valves hissed, gauges trembled, and the AI tracked every fluctuation with mechanical accuracy... It was something really important.

Pressure levels, contamination risks, and filtration speeds were calculated in real time, and each variable was logged into Shane’s database...

When engineers shouted about anomalies like a sudden spike in sulfur content, or water mixing into the crude, Cloud did not hesitate.

It cross‑referenced thousands of records in an instant, pinpointing the exact cause and issuing corrective measures before disaster could spread.

Without Cloud, this Filtration Tower would almost be impossible to maintain since none of them really had experience on this matter.

Everyone was from Cloud’s stored knowledge.

"Good job, Cloud..." Bart said after seeing Cloud working hard again.

[ Thank you. Kenneth was looking for you in the vineyard. ]

"Eh? I’m hiding from him... Don’t tell him where I am." Bart said.

[ He’s already aware you’re here. ]

"Ah..."

Bart was stunned. He wanted to say something more, but he just shook his head and waved his hand to Cloud.

He knew that Cloud was busy and decided not to bother the A.I. anymore.

Most of Cloud’s processing power, however, was concentrated far from Eclipse Domain, in the New Genesis Shelter.

This was the beating heart of Shane’s industrial might, where factories thundered with the construction of Aegis Mechs, Valiant Mechs, Warden Units, and countless weapons.

Arial, the hybrid human who managed the shelter, was half machine himself, a being that could also calculate quite quickly, yet even he relied on Cloud.

His tactical mind was formidable, but Cloud’s database, drawn from the archives of the Anima Civilization, was unmatched.

Every day, the core clone oversaw the factories.

It scanned production lines, flagged inefficiencies, and rerouted energy when machines overheated. Armor plating was aligned to the smallest fraction, weapon calibration checked against thousands of patterns, and assembly schedules adjusted to maintain peak output...

Cloud was incredibly efficient.

Engineers crowded around it with questions...

"Cloud, what alloy ratio gives us the strongest exterior plating?"

[ Seventy‑two percent steel, twenty‑three percent titanium, five percent carbon composite. ]

Blacksmiths from the forgets weren’t different.

"Cloud, how many blades can we forge with the current reserves?"

[ One hundred and forty‑six standard blades. Ninety‑two if adjusted for larger dimensions. ]

"Ohhh... I guess we’ll have a vacation soon. I heard that the next shipment is still next month." 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Apparently, even managers demanded logistics from Cloud to make their jobs faster.

"Cloud, when will the next shipment of fish arrive?"

[ It has been delayed for 8 days. ]

Reports were compiled without pause, handed to Arial at the end of each cycle.

Arial reviewed them with his mechanical eyes and issued commands.

Cloud processed them instantly, updating schedules, redirecting workers, and recalculating outputs.

Cloud was simply effective in operating shelters. It was to the point that the other Shelter Managers couldn’t help but imagine how the other large shelters could actually manage their people...

Cloud’s efficiency was unmatched. To the survivors, it seemed like Shane possessed a Survivor Talent that was probably called. A.I. Summoner.

Some claimed it was Legendary, others insisted it was Mythic, but none doubted its power.

After all, while Shane and his commanders fought on the frontlines, Cloud kept the shelters alive. It didn’t stop processing data, answering queries, and maintaining order.

For the people, it was more than enough.

And when night fell over New Genesis Shelter, the factories dimmed and the workers dispersed, Cloud remained.

Soon, it was alone in Shane’s chamber with its red light pulsing steadily, waiting in silence for its master’s return.