That said, if they followed the path of technological development, the planet would most likely end up resembling Ideal City or a hive city, wouldn't it?
Hundreds-meter-tall skyscrapers would stand aboveground, while basements stretched thousands of meters underground. The seas would all be filled in, and every inch of the planet's land would be fully utilized.
By then, the entire planet would be one enormous city. There would be no real issue of commuting, since highly centralized management would place every screw exactly where it could serve its purpose as quickly as possible.
But Su Ming was only making a suggestion. What this planet would become in the future was a choice for its people to make.
They had only just entered space, so people still recognized distinctions like nationality. But in a few decades, once a generation born in space grew up and had resources of its own, everyone would remember only that they were human—and that Wilson Enterprises was everywhere.
"I didn't know you'd ever suffered through a miserable commute."
Zheng Xian raised one eyebrow and looked at Deathstroke, who had crouched down beside him to fiddle with some wild grass. But he soon sighed.
"Actually, I don't like cities that are too large either. But reason tells me that plans on paper are useless. Humans are social animals; the more unfamiliar a place is, the more they like to cluster together. This town will become a city in the future, and it will keep growing. It may even surpass the Imperial Capital and Magic City, because this place represents the future."
Even if future work and living conveniences meant people no longer needed to worry about commuting distances, humans would still prefer living among their own kind.
Someone like Deathstroke either secluded himself in Kamar-Taj or hid