Thinking it over carefully, it was hard to justify a planet this large being unable to support even seven billion people.
Even aside from the planet itself, the complex struggles and hostility between various organizations had also hindered technological progress and social development.
Yet modern society was precisely such an intricate yet bloated system. Besides, humanity could not possibly prioritize efficiency in everything, nor could anyone identify the most efficient development strategy at a glance.
Harry sighed silently. Fortunately, there were aliens—something useful for redirecting "internal planetary conflicts."
Now, having integrated Earthlings into the Osborn Group, using those people and Synthetic technology to sustain the company's internal cycle, and obtaining unlimited space development rights from every Earth Alliance nation, thereby resolving the legal issues, the Osborn Group had effectively surpassed the so-called "company" and become something on an entirely different level.
It was time to find a new headquarters.
Inside the conference room.
"We need a new headquarters," Harry said, resting his chin on his hand.
"I thought you wouldn't discuss this sort of thing with me." Felicia shrugged. "Go on, then. Where have you set your sights this time? Southeast Asia, the Middle East, or Africa again? How much will it cost?"
"Kepler-22b."
Felicia:?
Heimdall, sitting nearby, was suddenly wide awake when he heard that. He knew exactly what that place was!
"Kepler-22 is a yellow main-sequence star in Cygnus, with an apparent magnitude of 11.664, roughly 638 light-years from Earth..."
"Wait, wait!" Felicia could not help interrupting Heimdall halfway through his introduction. "So it's a star?"
Heimdall paused. "Kepler-22 is a star, a G-type star like the Sun. But Kepler-22b is a planet orbiting Kepler-22, just as Earth orbits the Sun..."
"Its orbital period is approximately 290 days. Without an atmosphere, its equilibrium temperature is around 262K (-11°C),