The next day…
"I was wondering when you'd wake up," Arthur said as he looked at his no-good grandson, who was currently eating a bowl of porridge. "You sure took your sweet time sleeping."
"Gramps, you're making my food taste bland," Thirteen replied. "Just get straight to the point."
Arthur wanted to smack his grandson silly, but fearing it might cause him to fall into another coma, he held himself back and sighed deeply.
"What do you plan to do with the surviving Artemians and Azothralls?" Arthur asked. "We need a resolution for this problem as soon as possible. The Jinns want to enslave them, but the Wanderers want to learn more about their technology.
"For the time being, discussions were put on hold, and they are being jointly monitored by both forces. Personally, I want to make those with technical knowledge our subordinates.
Thirteen pondered for a bit before asking Arthur a question of his own.
