—The Night Before the Meeting with the Generals—
Helix hated his life.
The last thing he wanted to do was transcribe Earthian books for Zenith.
However, his ebook library had over a hundred non-fiction books and a dozen novels.
Transcribing helpful texts could be a good way to network with Linus and the others.
Volunteers from every corner of Myriad would transcribe them for free.
He could not only win their influence, but he could also negotiate with Zenith so he could ask questions without removing lifelines.
In short, it was the most rational option, and it wouldn't be that time-consuming if he played his cards right.
So he grinned and bared it for the sake of rational decision-making.
"Thank you. I'd like to know the history of Earthians in Myriad."
"...."
"Is there something wrong?" Helix asked in surprise.
