Chapter 1: An Oasis in the Wasteland

In a remote corner of the Texas highlands, where the earth was once only red dust and cacti, a magnificent feat of engineering rose in just three weeks. It was “The Oasis”—a mobile resort complex designed by artificial intelligence. At its heart lay an open-air pool the size of three football fields. The water was not from any tap; it was harvested from perpetual ice in Antarctica and transported by a private fleet of supersonic jets.

Today was the fifth birthday of X, the most anticipated son of the world’s most famous tech tycoon.

As stealth helicopters touched down, the few invited guests—the most powerful individuals on the planet—whispered about the cost. Leaked figures left economists reeling: $250 million for a single afternoon. That sum equaled the combined life savings of ten of the wealthiest households in New York or London. But to the man standing at the edge of the pool, it was merely a rounding error on a balance sheet.

Chapter 2: Toys Beyond Imagination

The party officially began when X emerged in a swimwear crafted from ultra-light carbon fiber, bulletproof and thermoregulated.

On the surface of the water, there were no cheap plastic floats. Instead, miniature Starship models glided across the pool, capable of diving to the bottom and firing synchronized laser light shows from beneath the waves. The dolphins swimming alongside them were not living creatures; they were bionic robots covered in soft synthetic skin, capable of conversing and teaching the boy about the ocean via direct neural links.

Food was served by gold-plated robotic arms, delivering delicacies that kings of old could never have imagined. Wagyu beef that had listened to classical music from birth and was draped in 24K gold leaf, alongside bio-engineered fruits tasting of the high heavens.

“Don’t you think this is a bit… much?” a statesman whispered to the billionaire.

The tycoon didn’t turn his head. His eyes narrowed, watching his son laugh among the robot dolphins. “What is the value of money if not to create memories that ordinary reality cannot provide? Those ten wealthy families can buy yachts, but they cannot buy a separate dimension for their children.”

Chapter 3: The Sky Falls

As the sun began to set, staining the highlands deep crimson, the main event commenced. The entire pool area vibrated subtly. From the bottom of the lake, a massive water screen 50 meters high erupted, projecting the history of the universe in 8K holography.

Suddenly, from the sky above, tens of thousands of drones began to swarm. They didn’t produce smoky fireworks. Instead, they released a “rain.”

Millions of lab-grown crystals, structurally identical to diamonds and designed to dissolve instantly upon contact with the water to avoid pollution, fell like a waterfall of light. Young X raised his hands to catch the glowing sparks, laughing aloud. Every second of this “rain” cost approximately one million dollars—equivalent to the lifetime tuition of hundreds of elite students.

In a far corner of the party, the service staff—selected through rigorous vetting and paid ten years’ worth of a normal salary for a single day’s work—stood frozen. They stared at the pool where “diamonds” were melting and realized that the world had been split in two forever: one half living in reality, and the other in dreams built entirely of gold.

Chapter 4: The Meaning of Extravagance

The party ended as night fell completely. “The Oasis” would be dismantled tomorrow morning, leaving no trace on the Texas desert except for indentations in the dirt.

The billionaire carried his sleeping son in his arms. He looked around the now-quiet pool area where the miniature Starships were autonomously docking. He knew that by morning, the media would be flooded with criticisms of his grotesque waste. They would calculate how many lives this money could have saved, or how many schools it could have built.

But he simply offered a thin smile. In his world, extravagance was not about boasting; it was a message. A message that the only limit for humanity is their imagination and their bank account.

He had given his son a day as the “Lord of a Small World”—a memory that, even if the world collapsed, the boy would still remember the feeling of diamonds melting on his fingertips. It was a luxury legacy, a magnificent vanity that only one who holds the future would dare to execute.