Calculating Cultivation
Chapter 123: Undermining The Competition

I looked out from the top floor of the café I was sitting in at one of the arteries of the Free Port. Calmly watching the immense amount of traffic constantly flowing by at a high speed. There were ebbs and flows to the amount of traffic, but the Free Port never slept.

While the place was massive, the Firmament was infinite. Infinite beats massive, even if the scale was very hard to understand. I could see models and diagrams, but they were just numbers and abstract concepts. Seeing the constant flow of goods help me put everything into perspective.

That was the power of having unlimited time. You could build up and create a system to make the systems you needed to manage everything. I let out a sigh as there was nowhere else to really release my frustration over my situation. This place looked perfect on the outside, but the opportunities to make units were less than back in Half Moon City on the continent I grew up in.

I had been making inquiries and talking to people for around a month now and the simple answer was that the competition for the low hanging opportunities was immense. While I was starting off with a lot of wealth like I had as a child, I didn’t have the connections or background to slot myself into existing businesses.

For this human section at least, there were family cartels that grew or shrunk. Eventually if they grew large enough, they would break apart, or there would be an accident for the people running everything. While the murder rate of the Free Port was incredibly low, there were industrial accidents that occurred. A bit of digging showed a direct correlation between the crimes going unsolved by the Administrator and the age of the victim.

That was just one of the many unspoken things about this place that I had uncovered. It wasn’t a bad thing, just another nuance of the culture of this place that was now my temporary home.

The other problem of this place was that it was too advanced and interconnected. The pads and the network set up by the Administrator created too strong of a first mover advantage. The development of various goods and technology weren’t segregated or limited by section. The only internal control the Administrator applied was law enforcement and economic pressure.

I sipped the fruity drink that had cost a fraction of unit while I continued to stare out the window. I could be talking to people, or looking at various businesses, but I was mentally tapped out. More research wouldn’t help me in my goal of earning a lot of units.

My pad chimed with a message. I picked it up.

‘Free to meet?’ It was a message from Yang Zi. He had kept pestering me about investing in exploration vessels. That wasn’t going to happen. I had made that very clear. I wasn’t about to gamble like that. Still, it would be rude to turn one of my contacts down. I sent him my location and waited. I wasn’t about to be lured into an ambush. If he wanted to meet, we would do so in a public setting. Not some back-alley warehouse.

While I had no doubt the Administrator kept an eye on everything, it probably had a series of exceptions it made in certain areas. The fact that the accident rate was higher in specific areas did not escape my notice while I looked over the data about the Free Port. The fact that all this data was available was amusing and depressing.

The humans and other beings at this Free Port didn’t care about such things. They might understand, but they didn’t actively care. Or they had developed a mental block where the Administrator was concerned, so they didn’t become overwhelmed. In some ways I couldn’t blame them. When things were out of your control, you could only accept what was occurring and the Administrator had a very light touch.

“Cultivator Yuan Zhou,” Yang Zi greeted me with a smile.

“Yang Zi,” I greeted him with a head nod but I didn’t get up. A waitress came over to take his orders.

“Give me a Rocky Blast.” I had no idea what kind of drink that was and didn’t care.

“Another Fruit Blend,” I said. The waitress took our orders and departed. “I am not investing in exploration.”

“I know. This isn’t about that. I am looking into something much riskier and more lucrative. Energy pumping,” he said. I frowned at that statement. That was something super organizations did. Extracting energy from the Astral Plane and turning it into something usable. The technology wasn’t for sale. I had looked into this.

“You would need to get energy pumps. Their size is massive. And even if you manage all that and set one up, some super organization will easily detect the operation inside their boarders,” I replied. There were so many problems with this idea, it wasn’t even worth considering in my mind.

Too many energy pumps in an area, could lead to a breach to a lower level of reality, which would allow Chaos to come back up. That was why super organizations had strict limits about the amount of energy pumped in a given area of the Firmament.

Too much would create problems. “You have some technical skills and aren’t tied to other groups. I have source who has the technology for a miniature pump. They are expensive, but they are willing to sell them. We would set them up in some out of the way locations, then come back and collect. The trick is they only pump up energy intermittently and are quite hidden,” Yang Zi said.

That was an interesting idea. Cutting out the big players and getting energy directly. If it could be pulled off, such an operation would be quite lucrative.

“Why isn’t this already being done?” I asked.

“It has been in the past, but none of the super organizations want this technology out there. That is why it is on the restricted list. But I have a contact who knows a group who has developed a working model of a miniature stealth energy pump. The problem is the cost to purchase it, the cost of a vessel, and knowing where to go. There are a lot of prerequisites for something like this.”

“And you thought of me,” I replied and Yang Zi nodded.

“We have chatted enough, that I know you need a lot of units to advance your cultivation. I also know you won’t make those units sitting around here in the Free Port. I need to start earning after my previous investments failed,” Yang Zi explained. I could sense the desperation coming off of him, but I was interested. The waitress brought back our drinks. I took a sip before asking another question.

“You mentioned my technical expertise?”

“Ah. Well I am hoping we can reverse engineer the energy pump or improve on it. Or at least make sure it isn’t trapped or anything. I have seen the general designs and there are a lot of formations. I know my way around technology, but energy systems are more complicated.”

“I have a bit of experience, but there are different languages that are used. There are some underlying principles though. I would need to see it before I could say anything more. How much would such a thing cost, and how would we even trade for such an object?” I asked.

“It would cost ten million units. That price isn’t going to change. We would purchase a vessel, pay for half, then pick up the item at a dead drop somewhere in the Firmament, and then pay the other half. Even though the technology has been miniaturized a bit, it is still large. We would need one of the larger vessels, with stealth technology. That would be another thirty million units,” he explained.

Those prices meant I would have to sell my hyper compressed energy cannister to raise the funds. “That isn’t a small amount for a black-market trade. It would be too easy for someone to run off with five million units or lure the vessel into a trap.”

Yang Zi nodded at that. That was the risk of doing anything outside the purview of the Administrator, it was all based on trust. While I had been surprised by various people in the past, I wasn’t so naïve to trust such a large transaction to this person and their word. That was how you got scammed and killed.

“I wanted to see your interest first. You were the first person I had in mind to partner with me on such a deal. If you are interested, we can meet with my contact, and you can ask them questions. Also, a life contract would be set up.”

“Life contract?” I asked.

“If you aren’t present in the Free Port at a certain time, the Administrator would take action. That is how a lot of black market deals are handled. Sure it involves giving the Administrator a fee to enforce the contract, but it also ensures that we wouldn’t be betrayed.”

“It isn’t just the deal itself. There are techniques that can be used to trace the miniature energy pump after it has been handed over. I am also guessing the docking fee for a vessel isn’t cheap?” I asked.

“It isn’t that expensive, if you take one of the bad spots in the space between the two spheres. A lot of long term vessels hang out there.” I took a sip of my drink and Yang Zi did the same as I considered his proposal.

“What kind of return are we looking at from this energy pump, if the output is converted into units?” I asked.

“About a million per cycle. My hope is that once we get the first one working and work out the kinks, we can either build or buy more. Sure, it will take time to earn a profit, but everyone needs energy,” Yang Zi replied.

“We would both be going out, just the two of us?” I asked.

“Yes. It would mean a lot of work, but we could handle it. I can sort out the navigation with the charts I have and where we would set up the energy pumps. I have some ideas already. You would handle the pumps themselves and processing the output once we come to collect,” Yang Zi said.

“What kind of split are we talking about?” I asked.

“At the start a fifty, twenty five, twenty five split. With the fifty going to pay back your investment and then splitting the rest of the energy evenly. After that we would have an even split. All of this after expenses,” Yang Zi stated.

“That seems remarkably fair,” I stated with a bit of suspicion.

“You know I am desperate. You are desperate. No need to make things complicated and create unnecessary problems. If we aren’t found and brutally tortured and murdered by a super organization, we will already be pushing our luck. I have asked around about this kind of thing, it always ends in either internal betrayal from greed or being discovered by some super organization.” I hadn’t heard those stories, but I could imagine.

Doing this would be undercutting the foundation of any super organization’s territory we set up on. No doubt they would set up a trap to catch the people setting up such energy pumps or sabotaging the energy harvested. There were many ways this entire operation could go wrong.

“I am just surprised that any super organization is willing to sell such technology,” I stated and sipped my drink.

“It is a defector. They worked on the systems in the past, but their super organization isn’t the best. They managed to get a hundred of these miniature energy pumps produced and then fled their super organization. It could also be a ploy to weaken other super organizations and create more Chaos events in the Firmament as well. If they keep track of their territory, then it makes sense to sabotage other super organizations,” Yang Zi explained. That did make sense, but that was how you got teamed up on.

But that also played into the narrative, since this contact was either a defector or a disposable cut out. In fact the super organization who created these miniature energy pumps could sell the information on how to detect them to other super organizations, profiting even more from the chaos.

The entire plan was incredibly risky. But it didn’t sound as risky as paying for exploration vessels. Yang Zi had burned a lot of bridges in the past. I had gotten some information about the man and he was a true hustler trying to earn every unit possible. He had also hit a rough patch and was low on funds. I had no doubt he had a couple million units saved up somewhere as an emergency reserve, but he wasn’t super wealthy.

In our past chats we had talked about cultivation, and he was interested instead of an implant to have immortality and living a very comfortable life. Breaking into the ranks of the super elite and wealthy that lived on ships that were docked to the Free Port.

I had learned that the retired rich people had estates set up on the Inner Sphere. Like nobles in their estates, even if they didn’t have power. The truly wealth and super elite lived on private ships that had permanent docking berths in the Free Port. Getting around the Administrator, since it allowed much more to go on in private vessels. The only concern it had was with high levels of weaponry or a large group of powerful beings.

As for the super elite running their business out of such locations and living there, the Administrator didn’t care as long as they paid the exorbitant docking fees. Well exorbitant for me and Yang Zi, not for beings with billions of credits and that acted as unofficial embassies for super organizations and trade cartels.

Climbing up to such an elite rank was not easy, but that was Yang Zi’s dream. To become rich and powerful enough, that people would come to him to make deals and conduct trades. For now, he was just one of many small players in the competition to make units.

I had shared my dream of getting enough energy as well to advance my cultivation to reach immortality. A million units worth of energy per cycle. The pay off period would be ten cycles worth of time. The problem was the risk was immense and incredibly hard to calculate.

One super organization might only do a sweep every hundred cycles of their territory. Another might keep constant track of their borders. That was where I would be putting my life in Yang Zi’s hands. The fact we would be traveling togeather meant that the risk would be shared.

We would be like mosquitoes drinking the life blood of super organizations. When you found a mosquito, you killed it without hesitation. Super organizations didn’t get to where they were by being stupid or ignorant. While it might seem to be the opposite with the Soaring Star Society, the fact that their collapse was so complicated was proof in my mind super organizations weren’t simple or easy to cheat.

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“I am interested, I am just concerned about the massive risk,” I replied. If there was one thing I didn’t like gambling with, it was my life. I just needed to lose the gamble once and I would be dead. Only if there was no other choice.

“Can’t make units without a bit of risk. Unless you want to work a job? Serving drinks?” Yang Zi asked me and I shuddered at the thought. I was not going to become a menial worker no matter what. I had come this far and there had been too much sacrifice to give up now.

The other option was to invest in other businesses here in the Free Port and try and compete directly with the wealth I had. There was churn in most of the markets, which allowed entry, but that was what also made it impossible to take a commanding lead.

You either needed to be first, be better, or to cheat in order to get a bigger market share. I preferred to be first, but that was impossible. The only rules were the Administrator’s rules which meant cheating was impossible. That meant I had to compete at being better. This café was a perfect example of the problem.

It was clean, well run, the prices matched the market, and it was in a high traffic area. The margins were tight to compete with the other cafés located in the area. This particular one was owned by a family that had passed through multiple generations. They weren’t going to sell and they didn’t make enough money to support the fees an immortal would need to pay in the Free Port.

There were a lot of businesses like this. Occasionally they would get sold for a large amount of money, or sold in a closed auction if there was no one to inherit, but they weren’t profitable enough. There had been attempts to consolidate markets in the past to create a monopoly, but there was just too much space. And without violence to back such things up and the ability of people to easily move about in a section it wasn’t worthwhile.

The market was self-correcting for the most part. If things got too bad, the people in charge had ‘accidents’. Since the Administrator acted as the police, detective, judge, jury, and prosecutor it could let certain cases disappear. Or it could use beings grown in vats that were later killed off. Or an Administrator fanatic might be given a certain assignment to eliminate a person and sacrifice themselves.

The control was far less blatant, but it was there. The problem with going the business route in the Free Port, was that it was just too hard to compete on a large scale. There were already ads in a number of places, which was another market that was saturated.

There was just too much space for even large cartels or families to control an entire market segment. And for the most part things had reach an equilibrium. The powers in charge wouldn’t want to shake things up too much. I had noticed fashion trends and other advertising campaigns to create a fake need, but that wasn’t an area I could easily compete in.

This was the kind of thing I had been looking into for the last month. The margins were too tight for me to want to invest in small scale businesses. Manufacturing was controlled by the Administrator and there was no way to compete in that area. Trade was saturated with enough businesses already. If I was born in the Free Port, this place wouldn’t be that bad. One could work hard enough and earn units to survive for a long time. There was no crime, no senior cultivators threatening people, and no demonic cultivators looking to put people in a cauldron.

“So, interested?” Yang Zi asked, since I had been thinking for a bit and sipping my drink. There were a lot of unknowns and risks, which was why I was hesitating and thinking over the situation from several angles.

“Giving it serious thought. Since if I agree, I will have to spend at least sixty million units before we even get started. Since we will need the vessel for the transaction to get the energy pump. Then there is the cost of the life contract, other purchases, supplies for the vessel. Realistically, we are looking at around a hundred million units as an initial investment. That is before I can inspect anything. Even with my knowledge, I have no doubt an energy pump is going to be one of the most complex things I have ever looked at,” I replied. Yang Zi nodded at this and chose not to rush me.

I could tell he wanted to get things done as quickly as possible. It was in his nature as a hustler, but he also knew that this wasn’t pocket change we were discussing. While he might say he could reach other to other people, it was unlikely. There were very few beings with a large amount of disposable wealth that weren’t connected with one group or another.

Due to the risk, this wasn’t something he could get a loan for either. Since the information would leak out to super organizations, who would sell it. That was why we would probably have to buy up the entire stock of energy pumps, or at least reserve them. I would need to ask a lot of questions of Yang Zi’s contact if we met.

“How many energy pumps do you think we could run? And what kind of risk mitigation can we do?” I asked.

“As many as we can purchase. Set them up and forget about them. The trick is avoiding the borders between super organizations. That is where they pay the most attention for things like this and there is high traffic, increasing the risk of discovery. I know some methods we can use to hide the energy pumps once we get them.”

“Really?” I asked with a bit of surprise, and he grinned at me.

“I wasn’t desperate enough or had someone unattached with the kind of capital that you have. This kind of operation, you need to keep it as small as possible, with specialists. You are almost too perfect, but as they say, anything that can happen in the Firmament will happen,” Yang Zi said.

“To put your mind more at ease. I have in my possession a high-end long-range scanner. Not the kind of thing that is sold here, but not on the restricted list either. Easily worth a hundred million units. I have been holding onto it for just such an occasion.”

“How did you get it?” I asked.

“A disabled vessel. The super organization had disabled their ability to move and didn’t bother boarding. It was from another super organization, and they had been left stranded as a warning to others, with distress signals going everywhere. Clearly a trap to lure in other beings. Well, I snuck in close. I was always good with stealth systems and I had a small vessel.” I sipped my drink as I kept listening to the story.

“I could only take some really valuable items, one of which was the scanner. Helped me avoid trouble and find things on future trips. Then I decided to step back, and send out exploratory groups with my knowledge,” Yang Zi grumbled at the last part.

“And you hit a streak of bad luck,” I said.

“Exactly. A lot of bad luck. Lost out a lot of what I have saved up. Now I am down to my last couple of million and some of the items I have collected over the cycles I have explored the Firmament. I bring the practical knowledge to this kind of operation, you bring technical expertise and a large infusion of units to get things started,” Yang Zi said. I nodded slowly at this.

He wasn’t wrong. While he was desperate to make more units, he wasn’t completely desperate. He could sell items he had saved up, but he would lose out on their value. Like that scanner, he would have to pay fees and taxes if he sold it legally. That kind of item was better to hold onto, unless you had no need for it.

Yang Zi also had contacts and knew about traveling in the Firmament. The only reason I was getting this offer wasn’t my technical knowledge. He could easily hire someone with knowledge of arrays if he really needed to. My value was all the disposable units I had available. One didn’t arrive at the Free Port on their own with my level cultivation, without having a decent chunk of wealth. This was confirmed by me asking about looking for business opportunities.

As for trusting him, that wasn’t even a concern. I could leave knowledge of the energy pumps and their locations in a will, to be released if I didn’t return after a certain amount of time. That kind of knowledge would get out and Yang Zi would be blacklisted. There were lists of such people who had betrayed their business partners that were publicly maintained.

Those people either never returned, since they were killed as well, or they didn’t return since their reputation had been ruined. There were other places to go in the Firmament, but this was the best Free Port by far that was known. Traveling as fast the folk of the Great Tree had done and using temporal shenanigans was not something that was available to everyone. That kind of stuff started in the billion unit range and you needed all the supporting equipment and energy to make it work.

It was the kind of strategic purchase only large groups or super organizations would do. Or the energy processing groups back here in the Free Port. Just setting up an energy pump and collecting energy was a good way to end up like the Soaring Star Society.

That was where processing and hyper compressed energy came into play, along with purification. Each of these steps reduced the available energy and reduced its purity. The cannister I had was the highest grade available, which was why it was worth so much as long as the seals on the cannister were intact. The same with the tokens.

This energy could be used by anyone, without risk of a higher authority messing around with it. Even Chaos had to target the cultivation method that the Soaring Star Society used, the energy itself was fine after all their checks and procedures.

We would get a million units worth of energy, but it highly likely that these pumps were of low quality with very little in built purification or safety checks. That meant it would have to be sold to processor, taxed, and that million would become half a million in actual profit, which would then have to be split further.

There were a lot of hidden costs that could quickly add up in this kind of operation. It was profitable, I had no doubt about that, but it wasn’t a long term business that was sustainable. Eventually you would get caught by a super organization or another group that set up a trap at one of these energy pumps. That was why super organizations protected such structures heavily. The continent I grew up on was most likely built around a massive energy pump. The motes I had used to cultivate so long ago was waste residue released during the processing of energy on a large scale.

The Infinite Ring Complex, despite having a single cultivator remaining hadn’t been completely taken over due to its automated defenses. That just showed how much super organizations protected their ability to get energy.

Unfortunately, energy and knowledge were the only two resources that really mattered in the Firmament. Everything else was just window dressing and not needed. To get ten billion units, I needed to target one of these two areas.

After the Soaring Star Society, I was not interested in exploring. The Great World had been more than enough exploration for me. The real value was in energy. I just needed to survive long enough to reach my goal and then get out as quickly as possible before it all came crashing down.

That was the thing about doing something that was illegal, eventually you would get caught. But my experiences pointed to one simple fact and the rules restricting energy pumps made one thing clear. The super organizations had a near monopoly on processing energy.

It was a matter of scale, power, knowledge, and the ability to enforce boarders in the Firmament. All of which benefited larger organizations. Ancients, singularly powerful beings would just camp out in the Astral Plane and get the energy they wanted that way, confident in their ability. The risk of processing energy was just too high to do otherwise.

Now was my chance to tap into the power structure that governed reality itself. “Alright, I am in,” I said and Yang Zi gave me a toothy grin.

“Waitress, another round of drinks,” he called out since we had both finished ours off. The waitress brought over another two drinks and he brought his up. I did the same.

“To a successful partnership. May we earn enough units to fulfill both our dreams and goals,” he said.

“To taking risks and being successful and to trust,” I replied. We both drank from our glasses.

“I have sent off a message to my contact that we want to meet. I do have to ask, you have the funds, correct?”

“In hyper compressed energy, yes.”

“We will need to show that we have an account with the funds to take the discussion forward,” Yang Zi said. I pulled up my pad and let out a sigh. While I didn’t want to, I had to spend money to make money. It just felt like I was taking a major step back from reaching my goal of advancing my cultivation.

Going through various options, I arranged for my cannister to be taken from the warehouse space I had rented and sold. There was a small fee of a 100 units for the Administrator to handle this transaction by hiring people to take care of the task for me.

“I have put the cannister up for sale. It will take half a day at most,” I replied and Yang Zi nodded.

“How much are you expecting to get?” he asked me.

“After taxes, at least half a billion units,” I replied casually.

“Sorry that you have to deal with the taxes. The Administrator is rough, but at least you don’t have to worry about theft. That does open up more options. We can reserve a larger share of the energy pumps and look at getting a better vessel. Something with special materials that help with stealth,” Yang Zi said.

“That would mean a longer pay back period,” I said, curious as to what my new partner would say.

“Trust me. We need all the stealth we can get. With the size of vessel we will need, it will be expensive. Realistically, I would get two vessels now that we have the funds. A larger vessel to move the pumps with basic stealth, and a smaller more high-end vessel to go and collect the energy. We aren’t going to be fighting. We can also look at getting compression and purification equipment as well. That stuff is restricted, but not as badly as energy pumps,” Yang Zi said.

“You clearly have put a lot of thought into this. I am glad you are taking the risks seriously,” I replied.

“My neck will be on the line as well. I might play fast and loose with the rules, but I don’t play fast and loose with my life. It is going to be incredibly tedious doing all the legwork for this kind of operation to make sure we don’t run into problems.” I nodded at this.

“Agreed. Safety has to be the main priority. You can’t spend units if you are dead,” I replied and Yang Zi nodded at that.

“Don’t worry, once we get out there I will be using all the tricks that I have to make sure we don’t run into problems.”

“We aren’t going to run into a bidding war for these energy pumps?” I asked.

“No. There are levels to black market trades in the Free Port. The worst are powerful weapons that could damage this place and anything involving Chaos. The Administrator would scoop you up and extract your brain just talking about such nonsense. Then comes the restricted items like energy pumps. The Administrator won’t allow them in the Free Port or on vessels that dock, but people can talk about the trades without worrying about it cracking down. As long as they don’t happen here, then whatever deals it has with other super organizations aren’t violated.” I nodded along at this.

“After that is stuff you can have on a vessel, but the Administrator doesn’t care about. This varies depending on the super organization you belong to and the treaties in place. Since we are purchasing a vessel here and using the equipment I have, we don’t have to worry about this level of restriction. Then you have varying levels of fees and taxes depending on the trade goods and where you dock at the Free Port so the economy is controlled. The Administrator won’t take action. It is strict, but as long as you don’t mess about, the calculator won’t go after you. Also, from what I can tell, it doesn’t mind people doing this,” Yang Zi said while waving a hand while he explained all of this.

That made sense, since this was a legalized pirate port as well as a trading hub. Creating too strict an environment would not allow for any kind of intrigue or wiggle room. I had no doubt that the rules governing everything had been tweaked to optimize the amount of energy coming to this place without crossing the bottom line of various super organizations.

If we were caught, we would have no super organization backing us up and the Administrator could truthfully reply that it didn’t allow energy pumps to be traded through the Free Port. If it stopped all such transactions, the amount of energy would decrease. There was probably some careful calculation being done on the expense of defense from annoyed super organizations to the revenue such allowances generated.

I was glad that Yang Zi was thinking about this issue as much as I was. We were tiny minnows compared to the sharks of the super organizations. While it might not seem like we would be devoured, we would soon go from minnows to slightly bigger and more annoying fish the sharks would happily eat up. Using the Free Port as a base of operations meant that having a good idea how the Administrator would act was incredibly important.

The Administrator was surprisingly consistent, but I guess that was the power of having a calculator in charge instead of a cultivator. I was going to become an energy pirate. Not the job I wanted, but the only job that would pay enough.

The timing worked out fairly well, but it wasn’t that surprising. This place was big enough and a hub of activity. Still, I had done my due diligence about Yang Zi after we had spoken more than once. I would have to do the same due diligence about his contact. There were information brokers one could pay to get information about an individual’s past business dealings. It wasn’t that expensive either, only 50 or so units.

Not something to do casually, but enough to have peace of mind about a person’s background and their claims. I had no doubt that he had done the same for me as well. The Administrator was probably behind these information organizations, since it would want to generate as much revenue as possible. Also, this place was too big for there to be any other possibility.

The Administrator truly controlled everything about this place. I could only imagine the profile it had created about me in some database, assigning me various social and behavioral scores. At least Yang Zi confirmed my suspicions about the Administrator’s actions that I had worked out over the past month. Not that it kept it very secret. One just had to dig through the morass of information out there and be able to draw some logical conclusions based on the available data, or dig deep enough into the network to find people talking about such things.

If anything, it only increased the awe of the local population to their calculator overlord. What could one even do to protest? Trying to argue or fight against something like the Administrator just wasn’t possible for almost all individuals. And those that good wouldn’t be staying here or want to bother with the headache.

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