Inside Headquarters' Public Laundry—
Here, inside a relatively large room specifically used for this purpose, servants brought the clothes of the most important personnel in Headquarters to be washed, those people who were required to work day and night without even having the opportunity to return to their homes and deal with such ordinary matters themselves.
The washing machines here were cubes in which clothes continuously rotated through energy-supported movement, and despite how constantly they were used, a single pearl was enough to keep dozens of the machines here running for entire months.
And atop one of those machines, which was vibrating beneath him at a steady, uninterrupted rhythm, sat someone... leaning his back against the wall behind him and staring blankly at the ceiling while keeping a pen resting inside his mouth.
"Mr. Prime Minister..."
