The Federation had already been enveloped in cold, merciless machinery.
Dorothy's office.
Upon entering, the first thing that caught the eye was the spacious, brightly lit interior. The walls were painted a soft off-white, contrasting sharply with the dark wooden floor.
A large window occupied one corner of the office, overlooking the city skyline. Sunlight streamed through it, lending the space a natural glow. Carefully selected plants stood beside the window, adding a touch of life and comfort to the modern setting.
Dorothy's desk stood at the center of the room. Its surface was smooth and its lines clean, with a latest-model laptop and a few essential office supplies on top. Several folders were neatly arranged along one side.
Dorothy sat quietly in her office, deep in thought. Sunlight filtered through the half-drawn blinds and fell across her elegant desk in dappled bands of light and shadow. Her posture was graceful and relaxed, as though she blended perfectly into the space.
Her gaze was deep, as though she were contemplating some complex problem. Various office supplies lay on her desk: an efficient laptop, several open folders, and some exquisite stationery, all arranged in perfect order.
Dorothy set down her pen and gazed out the window. Her office was decorated warmly without sacrificing professionalism, with carefully chosen artworks hanging on the walls.
Her gaze settled on the small potted plant at the corner of her desk. The plant seemed to draw vitality and tranquility from it, growing ever more radiant.
"The time has come. Clear away the last few unstable elements."
The moment she finished speaking, the laptop, folders, stationery, and even the plants in the corners of the office stirred. They transformed into Nanorobots and merged together, sweeping out the door like a whirlwind.
Dorothy gazed gently ahead, sighed, then