Federation Central.
On the ten-meter-long rectangular conference table, the faces of everyone present bore a look of somber gravity.
After a fruitless discussion, everyone instinctively concentrated their gaze on one place—the person sitting in the leather swivel chair right at the front center. With their back turned to everyone, only the hand holding the cigar and the swirling smoke above their head could be seen.
"Chief of State Lord, what do you think... should we do with that Ancient Human?" someone at the table couldn't help but ask.
The leather chair remained still; the person seated there took a puff of their cigar. After a long pause, they slightly waved their hand, and the secretary standing beside them immediately nodded and projected a research report onto the screen.