***Meanwhile, President Fox’s office***
The sleepy communications specialist yawned as he glanced at his incoming pings. For the last 5 hours of work, and for everyday since he had started working, there had been no action. No action at all. His job revolved around cycling through the inbound and outbound communications from Mecha Station and flag them by importance. It was a simple color code scheme. Green would be flagged as goods and materials. Yellow would be for the personal messages. And Red for security reasons. On a good day, there were several pings at this time of night – mostly for goods and materials. On occasion he would have to flag yellow personal messages sent out to other sister stations. He had never had to flag down a red ping before; and hoped he didn’t have to. Howeve
