But this one flash of inspiration had really made Family Planning Office 4895 give up on spending resources to manufacture human production machines. Instead, it went straight for a simpler, more convenient method—one even an elementary school student could manage: synthesizing giant wombs and giant egg-laying machines to mass-produce chicken thieves.
After all, once these chicken thieves had been bred, they were completely useless.
Of course, useless chicken thieves shouldn't be thrown away either. They could be handed over to the cultists as sacrifices to summon more Warp demons.
"Very good, Family Planning Office 4895. But don't work too fast, either. You need to find the right balance. Wait until our numbers have grown and we've built some warships before you begin summoning in earnest!"
The Chairman looked at the files Family Planning Office 4895 had sent over and nodded, quite satisfied, but still offered a reminder.
"Haha, no problem. I'll be careful! Praise Brahman!"
Family Planning Office 4895 clasped its hands together and spoke devoutly.
Marvel Universe.
"I'm back!"
Bruce Banner stood in the street, breathing in the sweet air around him. Oh, it was the smell of lead compounds. How sweet! So sweet—the smell of freedom was truly wonderful.
The country Bruce Banner lived in was an incomparably developed, free, and great nation, one people yearned to visit. Everyone in this country was free, and people could freely do anything they wanted. For example, they could rob people, shoplift, shoot up drugs on the sidewalk, and breathe the free air. If they wanted, they could even get a gun and go shoot freely in the street. They didn't even have the death penalty.
The victims lost their precious lives, while the criminals lost nothing but their freedom. Perhaps, in this great nation, freedom was more important than