DING! DING! DING!
At the exact stroke of noon across the Central Supercluster, Abacus Su slammed his official red rubber municipal stamp down onto the final household registration book of Galaxy #350!
“Registration complete!” Abacus Su announced into the supercluster-wide broadcast microphone, his round spectacles gleaming with pride as he held up the stamped ledger. “All one hundred and fifty galaxies of the former Nine-Suns Immortal Dynasty have officially completed their transition into the Dry-Well 350-Galaxy Civic Federation! Every single household now has a free White-Dwarf Heating connection, a Black-Hole Recycled Spirit Water tap, a copy of the Universal Civic Galaxy Canon, and a monthly voucher for ten pounds of Star-Core Beef-Grain!”
ROOOOOOOOAR!
Across three hundred and fifty galaxies—from the original mud well in the Red-Sand Wastes of Planet Canglan all the way to the newly warmed western rim of the Central Supercluster—four hundred and fifty trillion citizens threw their hats into the air and cheered in unison!
In the final twelve central galaxies that had just signed their charters, twelve trillion new citizens took their first sip of crystal-clear Sweet-Spring tap water and bit into warm, honey-glazed pork buns delivered by the Golden Honey-Bun Mother Ship’s bee squadrons. Instantly, twelve trillion new green Loyalty bars shot past 85/100!
