Four days after the UN Accord, seven days after the Western Hemisphere's hard-won victory, the TRC Command base was a revelation. Former architect, now civilian volunteer, Sofia Mendes, walked through the gleaming, sterile halls, her head tilted back, her eyes wide with a wonder that bordered on disbelief. Around her, a diverse mix of new recruits – grizzled US military veterans, eager young men and women from Mexico City, hardened survivors from countless local skirmishes – all willing to fight for humanity and TRC, openly gaped.
Automated transport platforms glided silently, ferrying supplies and personnel through an environment so pristine, so impossibly advanced, it felt like stepping into a dream. Levels stretched seemingly endlessly below and above, hinting at a future of unimaginable expansion. "Eu pensei que tinha visto tecnologia avançada," Sofia whispered to a burly US veteran beside her, her voice a hushed awe. "This... this is impossible. How could anyone build this?"
