"What the hell is going on? The people I planted in the Solar System Development Plan told me those agents were working like maniacs! Good God! When have you ever seen them work more than four days a week?!"
In a conference room, a young congressman slammed his hand against the table and said, "Don't tell me they were inspired by Nick Fury in Heaven. Can't he leave them alone even after he's dead?!"
"Calm down, Freddy." An older politician leaned back in his chair. "They definitely weren't inspired by Nick Fury. When Fury was around, those people only did two things every day: drank coffee and checked their insurance ratings. If they suddenly became this hardworking, it certainly had nothing to do with Fury."
Another female congresswoman crossed her arms and said, "The problem is, if they keep working this hard, humanity is going to leave the Solar System. I mean truly leave it, in a way that has absolutely nothing to do with us..."
She picked up a document beside her, rolled it up, and tapped it against the table. "Originally, these agents were responsible for all the miscellaneous work in the Solar System development and construction project—running errands, logistical support, personnel coordination, intelligence transmission, and so on. Every laboratory relied on them to compile research results."
"Although Stark's artificial intelligence can handle most document exchanges, many projects still need people watching over them. For example, the identification labels on the latest batch of equipment sent to Mercury were applied by the agents."
"Do you remember? Just sticking labels on equipment took them a full two months! And after it was sent to Mercury, they discovered that at least a third of the labels had been put on wrong."
The female congresswoman put one hand on her hip,