Moments had passed by while overlooking the construction droids doing their stuff, the harvester droids switching from gathering and to assistance from and to other droids, and the logistics droid moving back and forth, moving critical resources to its storage and moving those needed for production or building to where it was required. Such an efficient chain of command.
Quagmire wondered what kind of civilization had developed these technologies? Was it his own technology that was developed in the future of his own world, or what kind of race of being had existed for so long for them to lead to the construction of such things?
Nevertheless, he pushed those things to the back of his mind, as thinking about those things did not really matter to him at that moment; it was more of food for thought. Unfortunately, food for thought was healthy as it kept him thinking, but doing it too much might derail him from doing the things that were actually important to him.
