"Supervisor Iktun, I'm afraid I bring bad news. The natives of the world I'm in have recently killed one of our Protectors and are coming for us. I am afraid that we will soon be discovered."
Hearing this, the man represented by the hologram changed his expression and became much more serious. "How long will it take your group to finish building the road to us?"
"At least a hundred years, Supervisor."
"That is too long. All right, I'll push the construction of our side of the universal wormhole to this planet. We'll try to reach you in the next 30 years."
"I appreciate that, Supervisor."
"In the meantime, be careful. If possible, use the cryogenic chambers to wait for us. Those yokels from such a world won't be able to resist us when we get there."
"Thank you for the advice. We'll do our best to prepare the ground for the Mechanic Empire.
Glory to the Mechanic Empire!"
