"...Those bastards never think of me when they're looking for fun, but the moment there's trouble, they think of me. I'm not their damn babysitter!"
Heart of Steel, captain's office.
Looking at the report submitted by Edge Paddling on "how to handle clone soldiers," Chu Guang, seated behind his desk, couldn't help rolling his eyes.
Whether before or after the crossing, there had never been a historical precedent for capturing intellectually disabled people in organized units.
By the usual practices of survivor settlements, they would probably just bury them and be done with it.
But The Alliance obviously couldn't do that.
A disciplined organization had to follow rules. The right approach was to establish a set of regulations and follow them from then on.
Chu Guang had intended to ask Xiao Qi for advice, but her attention had landed somewhere strange.
"Huh? Does Master want to have fun?" Her voice carried a trace of surprise, but also an oddly reasonable understanding.
Nearly choking on his own saliva, Chu Guang coughed and said,
"I was just giving an example... Don't focus on weird things like that. Instead of wasting processing power on it, help me come up with an idea."
Sitting on the desk, Xiao Qi rested her chin in both hands and put on a deeply thoughtful expression.
"Hmm... Xiao Qi doesn't know either. There aren't any comparable cases in the database. But... Master, do you think they're human?"
"More or less, even if they're intellectually disabled," Chu Guang answered casually.
Xiao Qi continued asking.
"Then how does The Alliance usually handle intellectually disabled people?"
"They're classified together with the disabled and settled by Home of Refugees, or assigned designated guardians..." Chu Guang's eyes lit up slightly as he spoke.
That was right.
He just needed to find someone to