"Survival…" President White said without hesitation. "Survival of the human race."
In his opinion, it didn't matter how they survived, as long as they survived. The world was approached by beings far more advanced than it could ever be. They were given two options: submit or die, and President White decided to keep everyone alive.
So what if the majority of the world's population is slaving away in the mines?
They wouldn't even be alive in the first place if he made the wrong decision.
"You know too little, especially in regards to the potential of the human race. If you did, you would know my people would never let the human race survive." Lyxor said, his eyebrows knitted together.
"And if you know the human race, you will understand that we adapt." President White retorted.