The bioscientist Jonathan Egor came to his underground laboratory after talking with Andrew Sehla.

His wife, Denise, was waiting for him in the Bluebeam Zone. Zakaria and Cranston were also there, but they were busy interacting with the extremely-realistic holograms of movie stars, though they thought it was a pity that they couldn’t suck blood out of these stars as they were mere holograms.

“How is this Andrew guy?” Denise asked.

“He’s not aware of how deep the swamp really is,” Jonathan said. “He didn’t go through the trauma in his childhood that most of the other presidents, but… he’ll be useful. Since some change is necessary once in a while, we will make him the president.”

“Mm, but I bet he’ll be thinking that he’s going to be the one using you, having no clue that we are the one who’ll be using him,” Denise remarked.

Jonathan looked in the direction of Zakaria who was shoving his face in the ass of a female actress’ hologram. “What’s that punk doing?”

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