The officer left without looking back.
Alex closed the hatch and waited until his ship moved to another location. Only then did he step out with Mingyue.
The transit dock was packed.
Thousands of people moved, carrying bags, crates, and metal cases. Some had children clinging to their clothes. Some dragged carts loaded with all their stuff.
It wasn't that they couldn't put it in their storage rings. The rules required them to take everything out and let the guards inspect it directly.
"What a crude method. Can't they just analyze the storage rings directly?" Mingyue asked.
"They could," Alex said, "but doing it like this gives people jobs. It also shows authority."
Above them, the ceiling was a white arc lined with floating cameras and scanning lamps. Every few meters, formations were embedded in the wall, glowing faintly.
Their functions varied, from broadcasting and managing cleanliness to making sure the structure stayed stable.
