High up in the administrative building overlooking Centrax, one Vesper Mica couldn't help but glower as she looked on at Marquee's precious capital city. Huffing in her cigar, the young Head Intellect ignored the stern and glowering reflection staring back at her as she looked out through the glass windows of her office. Taking in a breath, she let her brilliant mind take in what she knew would inevitably happen to her beloved country and its political standing in the Shallow Deep, her efforts and their consequences playing out in her head as was expected of the great game she was playing.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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