"The Monitor..."
The mayor, standing in place, gazed distantly at countless zombies howling in the distance, his expression absently silent, not speaking. His thoughts at this moment were completely elsewhere—he speculated that there should be a Monitor from the high-dimensional civilization within the Federal Government.
There should be one, right?
After all, the comet that brought about the Transcendentalization of the federation had a high probability—up to seventy percent—of being sent by a high-dimensional civilization.
Since the high-dimensional civilization had expended so much effort on them, it would certainly send someone to check on their progress—or at least, that was his guess; he was unwilling to believe there were no Monitors, for that would mean the high-dimensional civilization was unwilling to pay extra attention to them.
Within the federation, only a very few knew a shared secret.
