With the sight of multiple droids going in and out of the mines, chopping trees, and building infrastructures, the clanking and thuds of logistics create a symphony of industrial orchestra. The hue of blue energy that powers all machinery, the spark of life that gives them power.
Phillip marveled at all the creations of his father. The fact that it was being auto-managed by the adjutant filled him with glee, as he dreams of automated industry. He could not help but be filled with pleasure thinking of its efficiencies and productivity.
Unfortunately, he gritted his teeth as he held back. After all, nothing is perfect, and what he has right now is nothing short of perfect. It was not as efficient as he had hoped it to be; the industrial sector was too close to their homes.
