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learn how to fly it. I stood by as a group of soldiers unveiled the ship to me, pulling off a thick white covering. I swaggered to the beautiful aircraft as it sparkled in the sunlight, holding my hands behind my back. I looked it over, nodding with a grin. Then I punched in the code on my sija to open the ramp. 
    I marched inside and went right to the cockpit. The soldiers followed me inside and sat in the seats that were built into the walls. As planned, one of the soldiers came over to me and began to give me instructions.
    “Are you ready, My Ruler?”
    I smiled. “Ready.”
    He smiled back. “It’s quite simple, actually. First, you press this button to active the control board.” 
    I pressed the button and the ship made a buzzing sound. Seconds later, the lights on the control board came on.
    “You must now set your destination, Great Emily.” The soldier showed me how to pull up the holographic map of Earth and mark the ship’s destination. Lastly, he demonstrated the proper usage of the handle. “Once you’re in the air, use the handle as I instructed and the ship will do the rest.”
    “Excellent, Soldier. Prepare for acceleration.” The soldier, along with the others, followed the order as I readied the ship for takeoff. I leaned back and the metal straps locked me in my chair. I relaxed and closed my eyes for a second as I pressed the button for liftoff. Gradually, we went up higher and higher. I felt the ship spin around, and within seconds, we blasted away.
    By now, I had gotten use to the nauseating pain of flying at top speed. I breathed out slowly as we ripped through the sky—and it felt like only minutes before we were landing. I opened my eyes and released the metal straps. What a ride.
    I stood up, rolled my shoulders and marched outside with the soldiers close behind. We were at a production site in the southern part of North America. There was a sea of slaves working on an open terrain that stretched on for miles.
    To my knowledge, this was to be one of our bigger residential areas in this region—and unfortunately, development was behind schedule.  I moved ahead, carefully scanning the progress.
    A soldier walked up to me and kneeled, then bowed and stood up. “Welcome, Great Emily.”
    I stopped beside him. “Good morning, Soldier.” We stayed there for a moment and looked over a few slaves. “How long before this site is ready for insertion?”
    “It is difficult to estimate. The slaves in this region have been slacking mightily. In fact, I have read reports of this problem occurring all over the world.”
    I immediately thought of the Valcon I had met on Marsden. “I think it’s time we introduced some discipline.” I marched ahead and stopped at a hole. There were twenty or so slaves working on this particular spot. As I watched them, I saw that they were moving at a steady pace. “Soldier, use physical abuse to get these slaves to work faster.”
    He marched up to them and slapped a slave to the floor. “Start working faster! No more slacking!” He went on, shoving another slave’s face into the soil and slapping the back of his head hard. The slaves hurried and got to it, working twice as fast as before.
    I waved the soldier back to me. “Very good.” He marched over and stood at attention. “Now, in the meantime, keep using these tactics, and write a report for your fellow soldiers. I will prepare the proper tools to assist this cause and deliver them to each region.”
    The soldier gave me a bow. “Thank you, My Ruler.”
    Afterwards, for the rest of the day, I went to a few more stops before heading home. When I got back, I went to the conference room on the first floor and called Linas, the Mamluk who designed the attire for our region. 
    He emerged promptly and walked inside with a smile. “Hello, Great Emily.”
    I smiled back as I took a seat in the chair that was built into the floor, positioned behind a large table, also built into the floor. “Good