Several days later, Amilcare Zhao once again walked into the virtual meeting room.
The meeting room was still shrouded in dimness. However, intuitively, a halo of light enveloped each participant—or perhaps they were the "light sources" in this space.
This was all virtual imagery, which didn't particularly adhere to the laws of optics.
The number of attendees seemed greater than last time. Amilcare counted over thirty participants. All the independent armed cadre were present; this was indeed a rare large-scale action for the loosely structured, gene bank defense arms.
The officer in charge looked around and said, "It looks like almost everyone who should be here has arrived. Let's begin the meeting then."
His voice was full of static, the rustling noise nearly ineliminable. Amilcare thought this colleague must still be in the wilderness, not back at their main base.
