While the experts at the Magic Energy Technology Research Institute busied themselves analyzing those incredible alien technological blueprints, information from "Noi" continued to stream into the Sorin Listening Station in the eastern Holy Spirit Plain.
Bard Wendell sat at his station, intently monitoring the operating status of the equipment connected to the main antenna. Beside him, another large stack of technical documents, including blueprints, had piled up in front of the printing device. Many other listeners and Technical Personnel who had rushed over upon hearing the news had also gathered in the hall, watching the data transfer's progress alongside him.
The Noi people's current FTL information encoding was inefficient, so there was no telling how long the transmission would continue. Bard's shift had ended long ago, yet he had no intention of leaving his post.
It was only overtime. How could he miss such a historic moment?
"The sheer amount of material is astonishing..." a voice beside him said in profound amazement. "They really sent all of this over in one go. But technology at this level should be some kind of... 'top secret,' shouldn't it?"
"Who knows?" another colleague said. "Maybe the Noi people simply think differently from us. Perhaps they don't see anything wrong with sending over such core secrets. Or maybe something happened on their end, and circumstances forced their hand..."
Bard looked up at the two colleagues speaking beside him. "Don't you have stations of your own?"
One of them laughed and patted Bard on the shoulder. "We're off duty. We came to watch you work overtime."
Bard said, "...Next month, there won't be a single chicken leg left for you in the cafeteria."
"Don't, don't, don't. We're just curious," the colleague said at once with a grin, before his expression turned slightly more serious. "The