D35100, a Superhuman citizen, had been diligently working in this studio for nine hundred years.
Nine hundred years might have seemed like an incredibly long time to the lowly creatures below, but for the Superhumans who had lived through the apocalypse, it was a fairly ordinary stretch of time.
As D35100 went about its work day after day and rose through the ranks, it felt its goal of being promoted to the rank of supervisor drawing ever closer. It also came to appreciate the wonder of being alive more and more, because it could occasionally indulge in the pursuit of emotion deep in its heart and entertain extravagant fantasies.
The more it felt that way, the more it despised those lowly native creatures.
The Superhumans were so exceptional, yet they could only struggle to survive in the barren Doomsday World, while those lowly bugs got to enjoy a vast world brimming with energy. It wasn't fair!
Fortunately, a few years ago, good news had come to Superbody Star.
Word was that the Strategic Command had made preliminary headway in taming Alpha's raging energy. They had begun domesticating the natural energy absorbed through Star Body Siphon, building a brand-new atmosphere for Superbody Star, and using atmospheric pressure to restore heat to the planet's core!
What a magnificent plan!
Only the most exceptional Superhuman civilization, and the Superhumans who struggled on with indomitable perseverance, could create such a miracle and bring a dead world back to life.
What did an atmosphere look like?
Was it as beautiful and welcoming as the legends said?
It wanted so badly to go out and see!
If it could take just one look—even if it could enjoy only a single day of freedom, using energy without restraint for one day and no longer worrying about rationing—it