"As you hovered there, Dea, how did you distribute the food for our people?" My eyes had squinted slightly against the sun's radiant light as I leaned against the railing of the balcony.
Dea, resembling a small glowing ball, danced in the air, capturing the sunlight like a floating gemstone. "Master, I had been exploring the concept of an equitable food distribution system, known as 'communism,' as it exists on Earth." The tiny entity's tone was tinged with curiosity and respect.
"And what did this 'communism' entail?" My eyebrows had arched, intrigued yet skeptical, as my arms crossed over my chest, taking in Dea's words.
