In December, the sky over the Imperial Capital was a dingy grey, a sight Bai Zhongqi had grown accustomed to. Dressed impeccably in a women's business suit, the Sacred Falcon, the warship AI acting as a temporary Guard Commander, gazed out of the window of the red flag state car with a human touch, saying to Bai Zhongqi, "Such air quality wouldn't do much harm to the people of Iridium Star. Their constitution is impressive, resistant to the inhalable particulate matter in the air, and even a trace amount of toxicity isn't too serious. But Earthlings can't handle it."
Bai Zhongqi nodded and sighed, "This must be an inevitable path of industrial and societal development. Almost every emerging industrial era has seen some get injured or even lose their lives as a result. We on Iridium Star have also paid a heavy price on the road of continual technological innovation."
