The sprawling executive lounge of the Green City penthouse was a breathtaking sanctuary of absolute, uninterrupted peace. The golden hour had long since faded, completely replaced by the deep, velvet darkness of the terrestrial night. Below the reinforced panoramic glass windows, the neon soaked metropolis pulsed with vibrant, harmonious life. The global audit was completely finished, and the Pacification Directive had firmly established a new era of bloodless, flawless governance. There were no celestial deities threatening their borders, and there were no archaic purists hiding in the dark.
However, absolute peace does not mean the total absence of foolishness.
A soft, melodic chime emanated from the primary biometric terminal resting upon the heavy mahogany desk. It was not a blaring, aggressive red alarm indicating a physical breach. It was a mild, flashing yellow notification from the Infinite Ledger.
