This was a reactor, and it could even glow. It could be seen from space and used to lock onto the location, making it a rather special sight.
Planetary Torch, or Star Beacon for short.
After the city was built, the urgent problems of daily life were eased, and the period of strict military rule had passed.
Su Ming had not specifically built smoke generators just to make the heaters belch black smoke. After the celebrations ended, he told the Aliens that they had survived, and from now on, they could do whatever they wanted.
But the Aliens discovered that there did not seem to be anything to do.
The heating only covered this tiny city. Beyond a dozen or so rings of circular housing lay the bitterly cold frozen wasteland. What could they possibly do out there?
So they could only stare blankly at each other, wide-eyed and speechless.
At that point, Su Ming made another suggestion. Since no one knew what to do, that was fine. Wilson Enterprises had a plan. Everyone could accept employment from the company and become the first batch of Alien employees.
Sign the contract, work hard, and soon they would be eating good food, living in nice houses, becoming minor supervisors, and reaching the peak of life.
Not signing a contract was fine too. As long as they obeyed Deathstroke's laws, they could still live in this settlement. They would receive free soup every day and have shacks to live in. They just had to make sure they did not get jealous when they saw others living in good houses and eating good food in the future. Those things had been earned through labor.
The Aliens were not brainless. They would not freeze to death now, but a better life was still nowhere