PGVCW 17

Playing God in Various Catastrophic Worlds

Chapter 17: Everyone Will Love Me

Even though the state immediately issued an [Airspace Isolation Order] and dispatched military personnel to guard and sample the anomalous pond on-site, the perimeter surrounding the body of water was still swarmed by crowds in record time.

The citizens of Great Xia were exceptionally law-abiding. Since the airspace isolation explicitly demarcated the boundaries of forbidden entry, they obediently camped right along the perimeter line—some pulling out cameras, others straining to raise their hands high in an effort to catch a clear glimpse of the pond.

Fan Aimi was already briefed on the state's next strategic phase, so she turned a blind eye to these people crawling forward for various photo-op maneuvers. She didn't even erect a nano-defensive shield, effectively granting tacit permission for their photography.

"It really is a pond, looking identical to the ones in Divine State." "No, it feels far more real than Divine State; look at the green algae floating on top—I honestly want to taste what that flavor is like."

Naturally, ponds existed within Divine State as well, but being virtual constructs, they lacked a certain raw authenticity. For instance, right at the edge of this pond resting upon the barren earth, ugly, non-virtual insects could be seen slowly crawling about.

They were pinched up with tweezers and carefully deposited into glass vials, which were promptly labeled [Ding-e214].

Anyone with even a shred of operational awareness could tell that this was a systematic biological collection sweep of the surrounding ecosystem.

In no time at all, the citizens who had huffed and puffed their way over were filled with delighted surprise: "There are actually this many living organisms!" "Are those insects? Why do they lack legs and teeth? Could the rumors be true—is the pollution index surrounding this pond truly zero?"

Fan Aimi’s personal terminal had already received incoming transmissions confirming that the thoroughfares connecting the Five Sectors to the pond perimeter had been leveled and cleared in a remarkably compressed timeframe.

While military vanguard units had initiated the corridor by blasting away stubborn mutant entities, the actual grading and paving of the access routes had been carried out spontaneously by the civilian populace of Great Xia.

Along the newly formed roadside, entrepreneurial mutant hunters had already set up stalls, offering resting areas, dietary provisions, weaponry, and armed security escort services to travelers visiting the pond—for a fee, naturally.

Aside from the mutant hunters, black-market merchants dealing in contraband goods too hazardous to hawk within the Five Sectors also scampered over to establish stalls. Whenever urban management patrols rolled through, they would snatch up their wares and pretend to be innocent bystanders just passing by to sightsee.

Fan Aimi, who had originally prepared to mobilize specialized engineering squads to clear the roads, found herself torn between laughter and tears. This was merely a single body of water, and public morale was already boiling over this intensely; if they ever caught wind of full-scale interdimensional transmigrations, wouldn't public vitality surge straight to one hundred percent?

While she had harbored lingering anxieties regarding whether public disclosure might destabilize the initiative, witnessing the fervor of the masses firsthand finally allowed her to set those worries to rest.

Just as the Chief Commander had asserted, humanity was far too desperate for a beacon of hope.

Naturally, another critical factor had driven the state's decision to disclose interdimensional transmigrations so as to rapidly harvest massive quantities of pure Faith Power for Xia Wang'an:

"Examine this frame."

The technical analysts within the Facial Micro-Expression Analysis Group enlarged the footage, projecting the high-resolution facial expressions of the Wheat-Excision Sect disciples captured by the [Gemini Jewel] directly onto the main monitoring arrays.

"Everyone else's expressions align neatly with conventional psychological baselines—displaying shock at the existence of immortal cultivators, joy, alongside prospective aspirations. Now, observe this individual of shorter stature."

The Eleventh Junior Brother, tagged with the diagnostic header [Wheat-Excision Sect: Eleventh Disciple], was isolated on screen: "He represents a textbook archetype of initial skepticism followed by complete ideological conversion. Four disciples exhibit this exact psychological trajectory, while the remainder fall into neutral or immediately credulous categories." "Only her."

Senior Sister Miao Xinghe, tagged with the header [Wheat-Excision Sect: Second Disciple], was similarly isolated. The lead expert from the micro-expression analysis team took over the briefing: "Allow me to break this down for the directorate. Observe the subtle perspiration forming across the bridge of her nose, her head angle slightly inclined toward Wang'an, and track these localized muscular twitches around her optical zone. Enlarging this quadrant—this constitutes a textbook micro-expression of intense personal intrigue, a distinct desire to initiate dialogue, shadowed by subtle somatic anxiety." "This Second Disciple displays emotional self-regulation capabilities vastly outstripping her peers. While the others register generalized shock, her shock is fundamentally laced with underlying elation. Observe the perioral muscle tension: this represents classic astonishment coupled with anticipatory delight."

A secondary expert chimed in: "Correct. This indicates that Wang'an’s identity as an immortal sect practitioner carries implications she perceives as directly advantageous to her personal and factional interests." "Across subsequent chronological frames played at reduced framerates, the Second Disciple executed four distinct preparatory gestures intended to initiate verbal contact with Wang'an, though each attempt was interrupted by external stimuli. Her subsequent emotional baseline exhibited escalating restlessness, with her visual fixation periodically drifting toward the Senior Brother and auxiliary disciples. Her subconscious agenda clearly intends to marshal these peers into an aligned bloc capable of facilitating direct diplomatic engagement with Wang'an." "This confirms that the anxieties plaguing her are tied with high probability to the Wheat-Excision Sect, and are governed by strict temporal urgency."

While the specialists delivered their synthesis, auxiliary recorders frantically logged the telemetry, until the Behavioral Micro-Expression Cell delivered its unified conclusion: "Integrating cross-functional findings from the Background Context Group and the Character Logic Group, our consensus assessment is that the Wheat-Excision Sect is currently confronting an existential life-or-death crisis. The dispatch of these junior disciples was likely motivated less by a pilgrimage for immortality and more by crisis-driven evasion." "Among the delegation, all other members remain entirely oblivious to the core variables, leaving the Second Disciple as the sole custodian of the truth. Her manifested agitation and elation stem from her desperate gamble that the Heaven-Saving Sect might intervene to resolve the Wheat-Excision Sect's terminal crisis."

As the Second Senior Sister of her sect, Miao Xinghe possessed elite emotional containment protocols, easily ranking within the top tier of her native world's indigenous population.

Yet regardless of how meticulously she masked her baseline parameters, she stood zero chance against hundreds of elite specialists refusing sleep across an entire night, scaling, magnifying, and frame-by-frame dissecting her every micro-expression and somatic twitch.

Naturally, this methodology constituted an asymmetric cognitive advantage—the subjects confronting Xia Wang'an were not merely pitted against a single adolescent girl, but against the aggregated intellectual summit of Great Xia's cross-disciplinary research apparatus.

Had time permitted, given an additional several days of analytical runway, these experts could likely have reverse-engineered Miao Xinghe’s entire autobiographical history from infancy onward.

According to original operational parameters, Xia Wang'an and her cell were scheduled to establish localized deterrence within a major fortified metropolis.

However, given that the Wheat-Excision Sect constituted a substantial institutional body, could Xia Wang'an’s tripartite vanguard independently resolve a crisis massive enough to force an entire sect to scatter its youthful generation?

And should they decline intervention, would that crisis cascade into Ming County, nullifying Xia Wang'an’s newly minted Faith Power yield?

"The Global Situation Analysis Division is currently executing round-the-clock computational modeling to isolate the specific threat vector confronting the Wheat-Excision Sect, but complete data processing requires additional runway."

The operational floor hummed with relentless kinetic energy. Experts who had pulled all-nighters forced their neurological systems awake, indulging in the luxury of cold-water face-splashes, forcing their eyelids open as they locked back onto their multi-monitor interfaces.

Accelerate! Speed is paramount!

Every fractional unit of labor contributed by their teams served as a foundational structural block for the Salvation Plan.

A ten-year operational window might appear expansive in the abstract, yet against the brutal arithmetic of planetary extinction, time was terrifyingly scarce.

Particularly when, in an alternate space-time continuum, the Wheat-Excision Sect’s Second Disciple was actively waiting to address Wang'an directly.

August 5, 2404, 20:00 Hours Sharp.

The Great Xia National Television Broadcast initiated its prime-time news transmission, anchored by a singular core thesis: Formally notifying the citizenry that an operational spatial-transmigration ability user had officially manifested among Great Xia's civic registry.

Presently, she had successfully extracted substantial volumes of uncorrupted nutritional provisions and agricultural seed stocks from alternate realities, with exponential volumetric expansions projected for future cycles.

Every citizen of Great Xia tracking the broadcast: "!!!"

"This is a neural simulation—correct, this is definitively a hallucination." "Spare me, I am still youthful; I possess zero desire for expiration. When did mutant entities breach the Five Sectors to deploy cognitive hazards? Save me, I refuse to perish inside a phantom psychosis." "Holy hell! Citizens, check your personal biological pollution monitors! This is not a cognitive hazard—this is empirical reality!!"

Transdimensional migration? Extracting alien agricultural yields to sustain their domestic sovereign state—did such an absurdly miraculous vector genuinely manifest in reality?

The populace of Great Xia processed the data through a visible lag phase—perhaps via frantic self-pinching, or following stern verbal reprimands from emergency dispatchers after flooding emergency hotlines with psychotic reports. A full five minutes elapsed before thunderous waves of explosive jubilation erupted across the residential blocks:

"We possess an actionable survival vector!!" "Never again shall we endure chronic starvation! Ah-ah-ah-ah, the classic literature textbooks were empirically correct—Heaven never seals off all avenues of escape!!" "Mother, does the broadcast telemetry imply that daily consumption of polished white rice is about to become our permanent baseline?" "Holy shit!! Brother, enthusiasm is understood, but please cease your unclad sprinting across public thoroughfares!!"

Naturally, the unclad sprinting individual was intercepted within seconds by tactical police squads pre-positioned along the perimeter roadways.

Amidst a digital landscape dominated by trending social media tags such as #TheApocalypseActuallyFeaturesTransmigration, #WeAreSavedHahaha, and #CanWeDeploySpeedHackAbilitiesToFastForwardToTheFirstGrainDistributionBecauseMyInfantPalateIsStarving, a distinctly anomalous status update materialized:

#While experiencing extreme emotional euphoria within the Xiahuo Residential District, I engaged in unclad public perambulation and was subsequently detained by municipal patrol units. I am presently soliciting community peer 'likes' to secure administrative clearance for release. Let my executive failure serve as an instructional warning to preserve street hygiene and safeguard our neighbors' optical health.#

Throughout that nocturnal cycle, scores of Great Xia citizens suffered parallel detentions for traffic disruption induced by ecstatic over-agitation.

Yet neither the detainees nor the detaining officers harbored any conceptual grievance.

Aboard municipal patrol cruisers, personnel crowded around monitors to consume the subsequent segments of the national broadcast: "Agricultural seed inventories cataloged below... paddy rice, wheat, peach specimens..." "Current genetic propagation protocols are operating successfully; preliminary domestic harvests of state-cultivated rice and wheat are projected to achieve biological maturity within Greenhouse 333 by January of next year, formally inaugurating the post-famine epoch." "Within the mutant flora biosphere, terrestrial flora and fauna exhibiting high morphological homology with our native biosphere exceed ten thousand species. Furthermore, specimens repatriated to our domestic plane demonstrate exemplary adaptive metrics. Biological experts project that Earth's damaged biosphere may achieve structural reconstruction." "We present visual telemetry captured directly from the target dimension..."

The broadcast highlighted footage prioritizing a dense forest canopy. To indigenous inhabitants, that specific wilderness represented a lethally hostile ecosystem.

Yet through the optical receptors of Great Xia’s citizens, the visual data translated entirely differently:

"Good heavens! Arbor structures of that volumetric scale! Uncorrupted green foliage! Abundant herbaceous undergrowth!" "Observe the topsoil composition—its organic density appears hyper-fertile, outperforming my experimental laboratory substrates by a hundredfold! Ah-ah-ah, I am seized by an uncontrollable impulse to harvest soil samples for my doctoral thesis!" "Observe the foliage dynamics—certain leaves exhibit distinct kinetic articulation, complete with oral cavities... slurp, those specimens project exceptional nutritional palatability."

Great Xia historically maintained rigorous energy-conservation protocols; yet on this specific evening, residential windows across all Five Sectors blazed with absolute illumination. Despite the unmitigated wattage drain, no community directors mobilized to issue administrative reprimands—convivial laughter and joyous commotion echoed clearly across open courtyards.

Equally illuminated were the operational terminals of the [Public Opinion Cell], the [Cybersecurity Cell], and the [Content Amplification Cell], all executing frantic mandatory overtime to manage macro-narrative trajectories.

Their fingers operated at motion-blur velocities—momentarily adopting the personae of academic students agonizing over assignment deadlines, shifting into middle-aged laborers balancing domestic and career pressures, or transitioning into elderly citizens yearning for the restoration of peacetime epochs.

Operating with splintered psychological focus, every syntactical construct they deployed deliberately funneled public gratitude and explosive elation directly toward Xia Wang'an, maximizing her localized Faith Power yield.

Simultaneously, far beyond the perimeter of the Five Sectors, deep within the dark, frost-bitten expanse of the Northeastern Contaminated Zone under a moonless firmament, a five-member vanguard wearing advanced night-vision optics and navigating terrain slick with mutant biological secretions approached an entrenched iron bunker: "Perimeter secure. You may execute egress protocols."

As the resident researchers crawled out from the bunker to offer profuse expressions of gratitude, the five operatives executed practiced salvage routines, skimming compact nutritional bars from the outpost's stores while accelerating across the midnight wasteland at breakneck velocity.

A team member murmured: "Squad Leader, review the news feeds flashing across our comms matrix." "Noted," the leader responded, his pace unslackened. "I observed unusual bureaucratic policy shifts cascading across administrative channels throughout the month; it was mathematically certain that an ability user capable of altering systemic parameters had emerged." "Xia Wang'an... she shares my familial surname. What an extraordinary coincidence." "Lacking basic cognitive calibration, are you? Every registered orphan within the national grid shares the surname Xia!" "A mere sixteen years of age... possessing planetary salvation capabilities at such a tender demographic milestone; I yearn for an ocular verification of her person." "Operational windows will materialize. Did the broadcast not explicitly confirm that citizens below the demographic threshold of twenty years possess authorization to transit backward to assist Xia Wang'an's mission parameters? Our chronological metrics align cleanly." "Does this imply the terminal historical trajectories predating temporal rollback will undergo structural mutation via Xia Wang'an's interventions?" "Indubitably. Did state projections not guarantee a five-year window to reconstruct the biosphere? Perhaps Great Xia will achieve complete reversion to pre-apocalyptic baselines ahead of schedule."

The operatives' boots skimmed the frozen terrain, vanishing rapidly into the desolate horizon. While their chronological age remained juvenile, bearing existential responsibilities disproportionate to their developmental phase purely due to aberrant combat aptitudes, the psychological weight crushing their spirits had historically remained a heavy burden.

Yet within this singular nocturnal cycle, a concrete beacon of hope had pierced their internal darkness.

"Squad Leader, celebrating milestones of this magnitude warrants operational indulgence. Yield custody of that preserved ear of corn you have concealed in your tactical pack?" "Negative." "Affirmative, understood!"

(“Our sovereign nation shall anchor its strategic trajectory around Comrade Xia Wang'an, resolutely executing safety-first protocols, seizing every marginal tactical vector to optimize Great Xia’s developmental vector, and committing total operational resources toward interdimensional transmigrations to secure steady, compounding prosperity......”)

During the subsequent broadcast rotation on national television, Xia Wang'an—standing as the operational focal point of Great Xia—absorbed the swelling torrent of Faith Power surging into her spiritual core as she stood alongside the municipal pond.

"Consequently, my systemic inability to deploy the aquatic body to designated coordinates likely stems from the reality that this specific pond historically originated within our domestic biosphere?"

The maiden cupped a volume of liquid within her palms; the water remained imperfectly clarified, suspended with microscopic particulate and various forms of biological plankton.

Yet within a Great Xia suffering acute aqueous starvation, this fluid possessed valuation metrics vastly eclipsing refined gold.

"Affirmative. While the proposition sounds structurally fantastical, the expert research cells assigned to this protocol audited all historical municipal records overnight—ranging from county gazetteers to pre-apocalyptic tourism brochures—confirming the historic existence of an identical aquatic basin at this precise coordinate." "The structural footprint, topological orientation, and endemic biological species matrices exhibit absolute homology with the historical reservoir previously occupying this sector."

Xia Wang'an released the water back into the basin: "Meaning I did not repatriate an alien dimensional pond, but rather recovered our native aquatic ecosystem from alternate space-time entrapment."

The administrative liaison paused momentarily, internally debating whether the logic mapped strictly to formal physics before opting for pragmatic alignment: "That constitutes the operational equivalent of our core conclusion." "Indeed, standard statistical probability dictates that the initial meteoric impact sequence, despite its volumetric scale, lacked sufficient kinetic force to vaporize or displace the entirety of our continental water reserves. However, amidst the chaos of systemic societal collapse, zero empirical validation was executed; the anomaly was simply logged and filed away." "In retrospect, those aqueous reserves were likely never destroyed by kinetic thermal impact, but rather displaced into alternate dimensional vectors via anomalous spatial phenomena."

Xia Wang'an recalled past briefings: "I recall the geriatric leadership of Gao Village noting that historical water tables surrounding their settlement were remarkably sparse, expanding inexplicably across subsequent decades to accelerate floral proliferation."

"Because this represents our singular validated empirical anchor, confirmation remains localized to this specific pond. Additional field validations across alternative coordinates will require Student Wang'an's active operational support."

Xia Wang'an accepted the commission without hesitation: "Zero operational friction."

Clenching her fists and monitoring the exponential surge of Faith Power cascading through her physical vessels, she offered a wicked grin: "I presently evaluate my combat metrics as terrifyingly dominant. I am fully prepared to stake out the Bureau Director's restroom facilities; I have already selected my preferred model of toilet brush."

The liaison maintained a deadpan expression: ......Though the logical bridge connecting those disparate clauses remained thoroughly untraceable, an instinctive wave of deep sympathy welled up for the Bureau Director.

"However, does this cumulative volume of Faith Power not strike you as analytically anomalous?"

Xia Wang'an contemplated her pending restroom ambush before pivoting to a secondary inquiry: "We merely broadcast a generalized public disclosure regarding interdimensional transmigrations; why did the yield scale to such astronomical dimensions?"

The liaison offered a knowing grin, his professional demeanor momentarily fracturing to reveal a distinct flash of nationalistic pride: "Student Wang'an, you must maintain situational awareness: Great Xia is historically not the sole sovereign entity maintaining contemporary operational continuity across the globe." "While global infrastructure remains severely degraded, contemporary communications telemetry retains sufficient bandwidth to establish cross-border diplomatic channels."

Xia Wang'an remained unconvinced; she possessed zero affective investment in external geopolitical actors. By the time her formal education commenced, the civilian population of Great Xia had already suffered complete structural severance from external states.

Legend maintained that mutant biological contamination across those external territories vastly exceeded Great Xia's domestic thresholds, frequently polluting visual feeds with acute bio-hazardous psychological imagery. To prevent domestic cognitive degradation, the central authorities had executed an immediate digital blackout.

"Establish communication for what purpose? To harvest foreign Faith Power?"

"Beyond mere Faith Power."

The liaison patiently expounded upon macroscopic strategy: "Even an emaciated camel retains structural mass exceeding an equine specimen; external populations may endure severe physiological deprivation, but their advanced research complexes successfully preserved substantial energy generation nodes and strategic military hardware reserves. Integrating their legacy technological assets within our mutational containment sweeps will yield optimized tactical outcomes."

Xia Wang'an digested the operational logic: "Meaning we intend to requisition their energy grids and weapon inventories for domestic deployment."

"Affirmative."

Xia Wang'an processed the variables: "Will they capitulate voluntarily? Are we preparing to initiate military hostilities?"

"Negative. Rest assured, they will personally courier the assets directly to our perimeter checkpoints." The liaison smiled placidly: "While you and your operational cells execute frontline incursions, our rear-guard administrative machinery is systematically architecting a comprehensive logistical matrix to support your campaigns."

Great Xia lacked the operational bandwidth to reconstruct planetary civilization in isolation; systemic planetary restoration could never be reduced to a single-nation enterprise.

Yet if planetary restoration was to proceed, the surviving remnants inhabiting external sovereign territories were logically required to contribute proportional operational sweat equity.

"Newly certified agricultural seed stock has cleared comprehensive biological testing protocols. Projected metrics indicate......"

Inside a heavily fortified high-rise administrative directorate struggling to sustain operational power thresholds, a structural display continuously looped the national broadcast feeds originating from Great Xia, accompanied by high-definition visual telemetry, video documentation, and crystalline media captures of civilians displaying profound emotional euphoria while consuming unrefined white rice.

Swarms of hollow-eyed, phantom-like citizens drifted magnetically toward the plaza, tilting their gazes upward in collective, yearning reverence.

"Civilization possesses an actionable salvation vector." "Deus... the prophesied Savior has finally manifested."

Within the executive suites occupying the apex floors, a male executive maintained an austere, shadowed expression seated behind his mahogany desk, surrounded by a tense contingent of high-ranking directorate officials.

At this historical juncture, any sovereign state that had successfully clawed its way forward to the present day was structurally devoid of incompetent leadership—incompetent directorates having long since collapsed under the weight of their own administrative failures.

An advisor offered a pragmatic appeal: "Sir, our domestic caloric reserves are fully exhausted. By March of next year at the latest, our primary granaries will lack sufficient nutritional mass to sustain an insect colony." "Surrendering our residual energy grids enables us to pivot toward alternative extraction vectors; surrendering obsolete weapons manufacturing blueprints incurs negligible long-term loss. Conversely, in the total absence of food, regardless of how advanced our legacy technological matrix remains, structural extinction is an immutable mathematical certainty." "The very fact that Great Xia has projected these broadcast feeds directly onto our perimeter displays constitutes an unmistakable diplomatic ultimatum."

Ultimately, the executive exhaled a protracted, pressurized breath, reaching forward to manually reposition a classified dossier stamped [Temporal Retrograde] directly into the center of the desk: "Whatever Great Xia demands—transfer operational custody immediately."

An immediate administrative query followed: "Do we execute unconditional compliance, or establish tactical negotiation barriers regarding delivery quotas? After all, Great Xia’s formal commitments restrict immediate seed distribution until their pilot domestic harvest achieves biological maturity." "Unconditional, total-spectrum compliance."

Regardless of how arduous the decision-making calculus had been prior to execution, articulating the finalized policy yielded profound psychological liberation.

"Great Xia's premise is empirically accurate: that young female operative is not merely a political asset of Great Xia, but a universal custodian of planetary humanity. At the historical precipice of planetary expiration, our singular viable obligation is absolute support."

Just as Great Xia’s [Enlightenment Cell] had resonated with the temporal rollback phenomenon, foreign perception telepaths had simultaneously intercepted corresponding temporal fractures at the exact micro-second of activation.

Had they remained blind to terminal historical outcomes, their compliance calculus might have retained conventional geopolitical friction.

Yet possessing definitive empirical intelligence confirming terminal human extinction, surrendering short-term sovereign and factional interests transformed into an entirely rational, seamless operational pivot.

"Conforming precisely to Great Xia's directive framework: centering all geopolitical strategy around Xia Wang'an, executing zero-cost mobilization, and prioritizing her physical security across all operational contingencies."

Simultaneously, across a parallel sovereign territory locked within an aggressive polar winter, an assembled council clothed in hyper-dense mutated beast-pelt parkas arrived at an identical strategic consensus: "Deploy a specialized delegation to courier our proprietary weapon prototypes directly to their sector; establish an uncompromised defensive perimeter around Xia Wang'an."

Inside a reinforced sub-glacial perimeter shelter constructed from compressed snowpack, regional survivors crowded around visual display terminals, observing the adolescent maiden returning colossal agricultural payloads.

As her silhouette flickered across the display, sparks of illumination gradually kindled within their weary eyes.

Streams of invisible, non-baryonic Faith Power began converging from every quadrant of the planetary grid, flowing directly into Xia Wang'an’s physiological vessel.

Logically, merely disclosing the operational reality of interdimensional transmigrations should have generated marginal, incremental Faith Power metrics. Yet when fractional faith increments—cultivated via Great Xia's open diplomatic overtures and tactical bureaucratic orchestration—were pooled into a unified global aggregate, the numerical result achieved astronomical proportions.

[Ding! Host Faith Power: 117,843]

Xia Wang'an, who was deeply engrossed in masticating a savory ration of mutated gugu-bird meat, blinked in disoriented astonishment: [Alternative? What exact vector did I execute?]

Her operational contribution appeared limited to idling through a digital simulation and consuming institutional meal rations.

Behind her, within the high-rise administrative core—

Exhausted domain experts, their ocular orbits ringed with dark anthocyanin discoloration and hair dynamically disheveled from intellectual saturation, were presently slumped across conference tables or sprawled horizontally across linoleum flooring, locked in deep physical recovery.

Logistics personnel executed their assigned evacuation protocols with practiced stealth, padding softly on tiptoe to lift and transfer the collapsed specialists into designated resting wards in systematic pairs.

"Wait, how did this specific individual manage to scale the acoustic ceiling tiles? Will maintaining that postural vector induce physiological fatigue?" "Ah, that subject belongs to the Behavioral Micro-Expression Analysis Cell. He engaged in a ferocious theoretical dispute with the Behavioral Logic Cell, secured victory in the debate, and elected to roost overhead to evade retaliatory physical violence."

The logistics squad leader, clearly possessing extensive familiarity with inter-departmental pathologies, issued operational directives: "Ensure the recovery quarters assigned to those two specific research cells maintain maximum spatial separation to preclude a recurrence of last week's tactical brawl breaking out the moment researchers cleared their sleep cycles." "Understood, Squad Leader!"

Out in the primary plaza, Xia Wang'an stretched her limbs luxuriously, joining 007 in basking in the profound euphoria of absolute indolence yielding maximal Faith Power returns.

[Evidently, the collective populace exhibits excessive adoration toward my persona.]

007 executed immediate tactical flattery: [Affirmative, host! Every biological entity within my sensory perimeter demonstrates absolute devotion to the host!]

The black-haired maiden smiled with supreme, unadulterated smugness: [Reality confirms that returning to one's domestic baseline remains the optimal trajectory.]