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Beep, beep, beep...

To the familiar sound of the alarm, Faos hazily opened his eyes, weakly stretched out his tail, and switched it off.

"Yaaawn..."

"Damn it, another workday." Glancing at his schedule out of habit, Faos muttered in dissatisfaction.

Even so, Faos still crawled out of bed and began preparing for the arrival of a new day.

"I really don't want to work. When will I be able to live like those people at the top, making money while lying around without having to work? Sigh..."

After putting on his uniform and tidying himself up, he left the house.

Faos was hardly passionate about his job, but his work had an enormous impact on his race and civilization: monitoring and deciphering extraterrestrial signals.

Thanks to his astonishing talent for languages, Faos had stood out among countless candidates and secured this well-paid iron rice bowl.

Piloting the military airship assigned to him by the government, Faos flew at supersonic speed toward his workplace.

After a little over an hour of flight, Faos could vaguely make out the monitoring station array atop the mountain peaks. The radars stood on the ridges like soldiers on guard.

"Good morning, Uncle Faos."

After entering the monitoring station, someone greeted Faos. The voice was extremely young, making him look over in surprise.

He saw his subordinate, Mike, holding his child. It was the child in Mike's arms who had just greeted Faos.

"Mike, you brought your child here again. This isn't a daycare center," Faos said.

Bringing a child along was not a major problem in itself, but the monitoring station was still a semi-military facility. If anything happened to the observation data, Faos, as the person in charge, would be punished.

"Linda had something to do today. I wasn't comfortable leaving Mayne home alone—he