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The giant ship, scarred all over, sailed slowly across the sea, yet at its core, some pondered matters unrelated to themselves.
"He should have come back by now, I wonder if seeing our current condition, he would feel proud and elated, or dissatisfied and complaining, or simply ignore it...."
Catherine T. Dora stood on the bridge, looking down at the busy workers and merchants, and at the fear-stricken faces of the ordinary people, feeling quite a bit of remorse and helplessness.
"I think, if it were him, he would calmly accept the current situation, then find a professional to do an inventory and assessment, after which he'd hand out bonuses where due, promote those who merit it, and dismiss those who need to be let go."
"Pfft, that really is his style.... How are things down there, still stable?"
