Inside the grand conference hall of the flagship, the lights dimmed as the holographic projector hummed to life.
A colossal three-dimensional projection expanded across thirty yards of open air.
Master Lu Jian stood at the center of the platform, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, holding an ancient bronze drafting compass in one hand and a digital stylus in the other.
Beside him, Elder Mo stood with his arms crossed over his leather apron, his forge-goggles pushed up onto his soot-dusted forehead.
[Master Lu Jian. Chief Architect. Goodness Score: 92 / 100.]
[Elder Mo. Master Blacksmith. Goodness Score: 95 / 100.]
“Chairman Lin, esteemed directors,” Lu Jian began, his voice echoing with deep, nervous excitement. “What you see before you is the culmination of three thousand years of architectural theory. We call it the Golden Karma Dyson-Sphere Sanctuary Hub.”
Lin Mo leaned forward, resting his chin on his steepled fingers.
