The deafening clatter of a hundred automated rotary printing presses filled the cavernous subterranean halls of the Population Registry beneath Sector Four.
Massive overhead conveyor belts carried endless rolls of enchanted parchment through mechanical ink injectors, stamping fraudulent citizen servitude contracts at a rate of five hundred pages per second.
[ Population Registry: Operational Load at 100% ]
[ Active Printing Directive: Consolidate Municipal Debt Contracts ]
[ Target Quota: 50,000 Indentured Citizen Deeds ]
"Look at the sheer volume of paper being processed in this chamber," Emilia whispered, holding her wooden staff ready as she stepped past the shattered security doors.
"They are cataloging every man, woman, and child in District Eight to sell their labor to off-world syndicates," Emilia added, pointing to the glowing ledger drums.
