From Terra to Terra, the Star Emperor's Holiday

Max, District of Columbia.

The capital of Colombia and the seat of the federal government.

At the heart of the government, a man in a suit sat at a desk that represented the pinnacle of power in Colombia, flipping through documents.

"…turn back to the previous copy, page 4."

A slightly sharp voice sounded, and the source of the voice casually ordered the man to look through the documents. The man holding the documents did not dare to be negligent and immediately turned the documents to the page requested by the owner of the voice.

The mechanical bird standing on the man's shoulder read the information on the document over and over again. The silence made the man, who was like a bird stand, take a breath uncomfortably.

That's right, this mechanical bird is the highest authority holder in Columbia, President Mark Max, and Conrad Jackson, the vice president, is just a lucky guy chosen randomly and a bird stand.

"Why haven't I received any news about the cessation of the [Flame Demon Chimera] project? They're so lazy, don't they want to live anymore?!"

The sharp voice echoed in the office, and the President waited for a response.

"…The military's collaboration with Hayden Pharmaceuticals continues, but Rhine Life Sciences suddenly and unreasonably terminated the partnership. Without Rhine Life Sciences' assistance, the experiments are progressing slowly."

As a qualified general and vice president, Conrad has the ability to summarize various intelligence. He immediately told the president the information he wanted to know.

"Rhine Life…our flagship technology company. Have I treated them unfairly? Or have the fools down there done something else?"

The President's tone was very helpless. As an advanced artificial intelligence left over from a previous civilization, it often sighed for the lack of efficiency of today's Terran humans.

These Terrans have no idea what kind of horrors they will face in the future, and are only concerned with launching meaningless internal conflicts for the sake of immediate interests.

"No, the military has also investigated the matter. It seems that the commander-in-chief of Rhine Life has used his authority to forcibly terminate all external cooperation."

"..."

The President was helpless. Even though he had been awake for almost 100 years, led Colombia to complete its independence movement, and developed Colombia into one of the top military powers on the Terra continent, he was still not used to the current thinking logic of the Terra people.

As a technology company, Rhine Life can obviously get various subsidies, benefits and privileges as long as it cooperates with the military. What is wrong with it to stop all external cooperation?

"Can you do it? I need the [Flame Demon Chimera] project to be effectively back on track."

There was no emotion in the President's words.

"Yes, but the director of Rhine Life has also submitted an interview request to you. Do you want to meet her first, or..."

The Vice President pulled out an application from a pile of documents nearby.

There are countless people in Colombia who want to meet the president, and most of these applications will be ignored. If the president had not mentioned it, Christen's application would have fallen into oblivion.

"Why do you want to see me? Are you sure it wasn't some idiot down there who made things difficult for Rhine Life, and they're planning to file a complaint with me?"

The President is an artificial intelligence that is used to analyzing data. It calculates the possibilities based on the personality templates of the Terrans. It can only think that there are fools under them who want to use power to extort political donations, causing Rhine Life to fully shrink and interrupt cooperation.

"Mr. President, I cannot give you a definite answer."

Conrad wanted to answer the President decisively, but when he thought about the faces of those politicians, he didn't have the confidence.

"... Arrange for this General to meet with me. Supporting another Rhine Life is too slow. Columbia needs to race against time."

As an advanced artificial intelligence of a previous civilization, in the current state of its decline, the President feels that he has an obligation to lead the entire world in fighting future disasters.

If it wants to rule the entire Terra continent, it first needs an army that is strong enough to sweep across most of the countries on the Terra continent. This is also the reason why he allowed Columbia Corporation to conduct various human experiments at will.

Although he had a firm belief in his heart, the President still felt a little lost while thinking about it.

It knew its creator, Trevor Friston, was beneath Columbia, but he refused to help it. Perhaps its achievements were insufficient? This was the only way the President could console himself.

“…Okay, I understand.”

Conrad hung up the phone and replied to the President:

"Ms. Christen, the General Manager of Rhine Life, is waiting outside. Do you want to summon her now?"

"Let her in."

...

Christen walked into this office that represented the pinnacle of power in Columbia. The first thing she saw was a mechanical bird jumping back and forth on the table. Vice President Conrad was in a daze like a clay or wooden sculpture.

"Greetings, Mr. President."

Kristen's etiquette was impeccable, but the president on the table seemed more impatient.

"Ms. Kristen, we can deal with the red tape at our leisure. I agreed to your meeting request only because I wanted to ask you about Rhine Life's suspension of all external cooperation channels."

The President spoke frankly, saying that he was very busy and that even artificial intelligence would be bogged down in the complex affairs of state. If possible, he hoped to resolve Rhine Life's problem within five minutes.

"Is it local politicians interfering with Rhine Life's operations? Or are other companies illegally competing with Rhine Life? As long as I can restore Rhine Life's channels for external cooperation, I can help you resolve these issues."

It can be seen that Rhine Life's share in these large-scale projects in Colombia is indeed very high. What the president said was just short of telling Christine to name a competitor and the government would help her eliminate the competitor, and she would cooperate in opening up cooperation channels.

"Thank you, President, for your kindness."

Feeling confident, Christen shook her head and showed no intention of cooperating with the president.

"Rhine Life Sciences terminated the cooperation channel simply because those experiments were no longer meaningful."

"No longer relevant? Fuck, who said that? Those are some of the most important projects in Columbia."

The president started swearing. It was obvious that if he didn't need to maintain a little bit of decency, he might have stood on Christen's head and cursed her.

"…I need to discuss the specific information with His Excellency the President alone."

As she spoke, Kristen glanced at the vice president who was sitting like a statue in front of his desk, implying that anyone who was idle should leave.

Vice President Conrad looked at Christen with an unfriendly look. He was the best assistant and vice president of the President, and the chief executive of Cricket Rhine Life. How dare he call him a idler?

"...Ms. Christen, I emphasize again, I don't have time to play tricks on you..."

"It concerns your father, the Honorable Preserver Trevor Friston."

The President's tone was originally extremely impatient, but when Christen clearly uttered the name, it was silent for a moment and waved its wings at Conrad.

"Conrad, go out first and disperse the guards around."

Conrad's eyes widened, but he didn't dare to disobey the president's order. He could only nod politely and quickly disappeared into the office.

“…Okay, I don’t know how you knew my father’s name, but if your information from now on is of no value, I will make you regret coming into this world.”

The President's tone was impatient, revealing a murderous intent. His father's name coming from the mouth of an unrelated person made him feel uncomfortable.

Kristen said nothing, but silently took out the instrument and called up the contact code to call the saver.

"...Little animal? What's the matter... The communicator channel consumes too much energy, so I can't tell you a story..."

In fact, when Christen took out the instrument that did not belong to the current technological system of civilization, the President opened his eyes wide.

By the time the preserver's communication was connected, some unusual noises were heard due to distance and interference, and the President was so excited that he almost shook off the metal feathers.

“…Father…Father!”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, and then the Preserver's voice came slowly: "It's you... I remember you are now called... the President?"

"You can call me whatever you want..."

The President was so excited. Ever since he was found by the Melander Foundation, he has been thinking about getting in touch with his creator.

Unfortunately, the Preserver was still in a semi-dormant state at that time. Coupled with the frustration caused by the failure of the Preserver plan, the autistic Preserver had no time to pay attention to the President.

Unexpectedly, with the help of an outsider like Christen, he was able to contact the preserver by accident. How could the president not be excited?

"Father, is there anything you need me to do for you?"

"...I'm looking for you? What are you calling me for, little animal?"

The preserver was also confused and asked Christen why she started the communication.

"Mr. President, as your 'child', I believe that communicating with it in advance will help us better serve your compatriots who will come to Colombia in the future."

Being stared at with envy and jealousy by the president, Kristen remained calm and said.

"Your compatriots believe that the current experiments being conducted in Colombia are meaningless. I have been negotiating with the President on this matter, but I have summoned you to enhance my persuasiveness."

The President felt his mechanical beak itchy. He was not sure whether there were any former civilized compatriots of the Preserved on this land, but as far as human experiments were concerned, Christen's bringing out of the Preserved was indeed very convincing.

"...Is that so? President, I'll call you that."

The preserver had seen the doctor's projection, so he naturally believed in Christen's words and decisively chose to stand up for Christen.

"My compatriots will probably come to Columbia in a few days. You should cooperate with them then. Before that, you should help Kristen more."

"Yes...I know, Father!"

What could the president say? That was the order of his beloved father, the Preserver. He could only nod in agreement and continue to look at Christen with envy and jealousy.

“…I was asleep before, so I couldn’t respond to your message…”

The Preserver paused and spoke in an approving tone.

"Although Colombia is not perfect, I also see your efforts. Thank you for your hard work, my child."

Perhaps this is the recognition that the president was waiting for. The words from the preserver made the president's eyes start to ooze lubrication.

The call was disconnected, and the President, whose eyes were still filled with lubricant, and Christen stared at each other.

"Alright, Ms. Christen, you can go now... I'll take care of the military, and I'll give the green light to whatever Rhine Life does."

The President stepped on the communication device on the table, as if to tell Christen to leave and leave the communication device behind.

"That won't do, Mr. President. I still have an outstanding contract with the gentlemen from the former civilization. I can't give you the communicator."

They all worked for the previous civilization, and no one was nobler than anyone else. Christen didn't have much respect for the president.

"How about I contact the Preserver again and let him make the final decision?"

Damn Terra animal, actually relying on his father's favor to be so unscrupulous!

The president hated Christen because she might have snatched away the favor of the preserver, but he didn't dare to do anything to Christen. He could only flap his wings as a concession in this matter.

"You can take the communicator, but you have to take this too. Once Father comes to communicate, you must activate it. Otherwise, even if Father punishes me, I will never forgive you!"

A bird flew into the office and sat on the desk in a daze. These were all the bodies of the president, but it usually only focused on controlling one.

"…Fine."

After looking at the president's gaze that said "If you don't accept, don't leave", and then looking at the dull mechanical bird on the table, Christen spread her hands helplessly to show her agreement.

Putting the mechanical bird and communicator into her pocket, Christen realized that she had completed all the requirements of the contract with Si Ye, and she could wait for her reward with peace of mind.

"Then, Mr. President, I will take my leave now."

"Humph!"