"It was technology."
In the Embassy Street of City of Dawn, dapper young men and women came and went in the streets.
Occasionally, one could even spot a piece of "luminous" clothing, likely Ideal City's "holographic attire," capable of changing even the color of one's hair at will.
"Technology is truly marvelous..."
Gazing out of the window, Duke Garava of Ideal City's grand hotel heaved a deep sigh, followed by another spontaneous exhalation of regret.
"If only the Empire's technology were more advanced, if United Human had left more of its legacy for my Empire... My subjects wouldn't have to eat dirt, truly a sin."
Duke Garava had naturally seen yesterday's report in Survivor's Daily, reproducing "Red Soil"—although he only read the serialized beginning—"L biography."
Though the article was largely aimed at casting aspersions, he had to admit that there were indeed some in White Elephant City too lazy to work, unable even to afford beans.
