The call with the Druid ended, leaving a sour taste in Red's mouth. "Win-trading." The very concept offended his gamer soul, although he was just a casual gamer. It was safe and efficient, but it was boring.
Red sat in the Void, his legs dangling over the edge of his interface. He was resisting the urge to micromanage.
"A good CEO delegates," Red told himself, watching the little dots move on the map below. "If I have to click every button, I'll never scale."
He watched the resource counter.
[ FOOD: 2,500 UNITS (SURPLUS) ]
[ POPULATION: ~800 (STAGNANT) ]
The Bio-Reactor was churning out 1,000 units of Nutrient Paste a day. The tribe couldn't eat fast enough. The storage silos were overflowing.
Down in the Bastion, the Council gathered in the shadow of the whirring Bio-Reactor.
