Half past midnight.
Command Room.
Information analysts, who now number in the hundreds, are diligently working at their respective stations, doing monotonous, tasteless, repetitive, and heavy work. Fortunately, they are robots. Even though they get tired, they won't get bored. If not, any regular human would have gone mad from the monotony.
The Command Room, now filled with a few hundred people, is more bustling than before.
Tang Qing sits comfortably in his plush chair, legs crossed, munching on flavorful melon seeds. He's not a fan of plain roasted melon seeds, finding them tasteless. In his previous life, he only enjoyed eating Qiaqia melon seeds, due to their stable quality and taste.
A couple of idle analysts peel melon seeds for him, placing the peeled seeds on a small plate on the table.
