Suspended high above the atmosphere of the lower sectors, the massive, circular command center stood.
There were no chairs. There were no human assistants scurrying with datapads.
There was only a breathtaking, three-dimensional holographic projection of the Earth, slowly rotating in the center of the dark room, bathed in a sharp, digitized blue light.
Adonis stood at the edge of the projection table, fully dressed in his uniform, with his jacket unbuttoned.
The Supreme Commander of Earth was in his element. His eyes processed billions of variables per microsecond. With a series of gestures, his hands swiped through the cascading waterfalls of data screens hovering in the air before him.
He accepted a structural review for the repaired barricades at the Sector 3 border factory. He authorized the reallocation of synthesized grain from the southern agricultural zones to compensate for the localized production delays.
