He looked down, wiping his glasses, while he frantically tried to gather both his composure and his thoughts. He felt incredibly moved, and embarrasse..., and completely unable to respond adequately to the moment. He glanced over to his staff but found them equally flustered and nervous. They looked back to him for guidance. The entire room was silent. Everyone waited patiently for the Secretary-General to compose himself, to gather his thoughts, and to respond."Very well," he finally muttered,. “And this system doesn’t have the kind of asteroid belts they’d need to sneak up on our ships. If we had to Corsica can fight.”“With your crew of amateurs?” Colonel Stiles complained.“We destroyed a Sa’arm ship. It might have been some kind of ore collector, but it possessed weapons,” I said.“It missed with every shot but one,” Colonel Stiles said. “I have already started reviewing the records you provided. The shooting it did was not aimed at Corsica.”“Every shot it took destroyed an asteroid,. Nobody said anything, because there was nobody to say anything. The streets were emptier than the heads of the Maskholes ― those stupid enough to wear face masks, to protect themselves against an "epidemic" that didn't exist.But why was I complainin'? At least I no longer had to deal with traffic.And why should I be surprised at the barren state of things? If you'd studied history ― and I mean history, as opposed to the lies punched down your oesophagus in school ― you saw this shit. I thought for a while and moved with my packaging, things were pretty uncertain for me to except the upcoming truth. I had no reason to cheer for leaving Sangeeta and meeting family after 5 years of aloofness. Anyway I got there and hugged mom, but I didn’t have that emotion, same can be felt from her side also apart from her expecting eyes. I asked about Neha to which she replied her busy schedule. I got to know that she was in class XIIth and seriously busy in studies, surprised to see that.