"Hand Earth over to China?!"
Ellis was so shocked that he rose from his chair.
As an American politician, surrendering control of Earth to their long-standing hypothetical enemy completely overturned everything he believed in.
"See? Your perspective is too narrow again, my friend."
Homelander reached out, pressed a hand to Ellis's shoulder, and pushed him back into his seat.
"Earth is the birthplace of humanity. But in the future, its significance will far exceed its practical value."
"It will become the historical museum of all human civilization, an eternal monument."
"China is currently the only ancient nation in human civilization whose lineage has endured uninterrupted for thousands of years. Deep in their bones lies the strongest attachment to their land and history. They are the most suitable people to safeguard that legacy."
Homelander straightened up and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Imagine it, Matthew. Even after thousands, tens of thousands of years have passed, when the human era reaches 30K, 40K, and pioneers from the edge of the Milky Way return to their homeworld on pilgrimage, they will still find the most complete history on this land."
"They will clearly read how Matthew Ellis, the first Galactic President of the Human Federation, turned the tide in a time of crisis, led all humanity out of the Solar System, and realized the great dream of the galaxy."
"Your name will live through the ages, forever remembered by future generations."
Ellis's breathing quickened. To be remembered by descendants thirty or forty thousand years in the future?
To leave his name in history and be revered for all eternity.
Wasn't that the ultimate goal every politician dreamed of?
He beamed, his grin nearly reaching his ears.
Yet he still had concerns.
"But, Homelander, do you really trust China that much? Are you