The reports neatly arranged on Stacia's holographic desk indeed showed fantastic numbers, displaying economic growth curves and demographic stability that were almost absurd for a post-apocalyptic world. The birth rates of various races were beginning to rise, the mortality rate due to starvation was at zero percent, and food reserves had broken through their maximum limits.
However, for Sylvia, a series of numbers and ink on parchment remained just a report. Something that could only be read with logic, but could not be felt with the soul.
After spending more than an hour listening to Stacia's nagging and skimming through the document summaries handed over by Alicia, Sylvia finally decided that she had dealt with enough bureaucracy for today. She wanted to see and feel for herself the fruits of Sofia and all her subordinates' labor during the three years she had been asleep. She wanted to breathe the air of the new civilization they had built upon the foundation of her protection.
