Nine days after the liberation of the capital, the morning sun rose over the central treasury vault of the First Citadel where Vasa and Sir Owen stood before the grand economic projection crystal.
"The survival floor must be measurable, legally binding, and audited by independent neighborhood committees every single dawn," Vasa declared, his technomancy stylus tracing glowing green lines across the crystalline board.
"We cannot allow triumphant political announcements to hide a single hungry child or an unheated clinic," Sir Owen agreed, his military baton tapping the regional audit maps.
"Every person residing within the territory of our ten member states is guaranteed a baseline of two thousand one hundred daily calories, four liters of purified drinking water, and unrestricted access to essential emergency medical care," Vasa announced across the council chamber.
