"The industrial zone... oh, right, yes, the industrial zone." The elderly planner wiped the sweat from his brow. He really didn't know much about industrial matters. When he first started his career, industry wasn't nearly as important.
"I placed the industrial zone on the city's outskirts, in a downwind location. Industry inevitably worsens air quality, so it must be kept far from the main urban area. That's why I situated it in the port district—it allows for centralized management and convenient resource transportation."
The old man looked a little nervous. Even though he had been in this line of work for forty years, he had never received such a strange request: to plan for the present based on predictions for a hundred years in the future.
Furthermore, among both the planned future residents and the construction crews that had already arrived, there were very few Humans.
'If I don't design this city well, are these old bones of mine going to meet their end right here?'
