"Hmmm... I expected a lot of awful work..."

I comment, my hands still diligently working through the papers. The pile was big, but one of an endless number of Piles, and these that fill every single spot of the Chancellor's office I am borrowing, save for the tea table and Couch, the oasis for rest and sleep every few days of work.

"But how in fucking Being X these smoothbrains for Politicians managed to pass so many frivolous, useless or outright Unconstitutional Laws, Taxes and Tariffs?"

And the current papers filling the room are all ONLY from the 2077 to 2098 period. Anya told me when she delivered the last batch of paper stacks that her girls are weeping as they dig through the older archives. Her hopes are that pre-2024 Laws got either removed by later laws or bills, or are saner than whatever garbage has been tormenting Me, my Adjutant and the task force Anya put her trustworthy BND agents to go through..

"A fucking TV Tax, are we in Albion perchance? Or this stupid Solar Energy Tax? When they pushed people to install Solar panels to generate their own Energy in the first place! Or this obnoxious Tax targetting Germania-Chan entertainment? And is this a fucking Law demanding License for mean Social media posts?"

These are just 30 years of Legislation passed through as if those even made sense, more so when Anya's reports of whether these got enforced or not, her face said all, even the fucking Police deemed those wastes of paper as stupid and not worth wasting time. That's considering the amount of Armed resistance trying to enforce this Bullshit would bring in certain areas of the Cities and country at large.

"How come they never succeeded in repelling those Laws I passed in my last years as Chancellor? Those about the Right for citizens to bear Arms?"

That was one of those attempts of Mine to quit the Position of power by pushing something that would get the Elites and Politicians to revolt against me, giving Germanian Citizens guns? As if they would allow anything more than those Asinine Double Barrel Shotguns and Single shot Hunting Rifles. Except somehow everyone went along and praised me for my foresight about making insurances against any potential Ernst Paul.

"No Politician was Crazy to try that before the Third Great War, nor during it, much less after it, the Germanian people are zealous about things related to you, and nowadays also very eager to show the Bundestag people what going against them means."

Kaiserin, My Adjutant, tells me.

"Wow, something tells me some Basement Dweleer NEET that's always Online, name possibly being Jimmy, Writes all kinds of conspiracy theories about my actions, and he has one about me creating THE biggest Militia Worldwide with that one stupid Law package about American Second endment for Germanians."

"Indeed there is. Alongside one about you being an Envoy from an Eldritch Lovecraftian Outer God, and another saying you are some kind of Reincarnator. All got laughed out of those Conspiracy Forums."

Wunderbar... Next I discover the Lergen Memorial Turbine is actually his Body installed in the Turbine and its hypersonic rolling speeds are what made it so productive in energy. (At said Memorial Turbine, its output rises by 1.65 MWh)

Taking a small break for a fresh brew of coffee, decent stuff, what the Bundestag budget for Coffee has acquired for the higher ranks, Kaiserin also brews perfectly, just like Vi- Tsk...

"Being brought here to fix things is one thing... But what you and Mike really have in stock for me? This is the turning point of the Century, no one I know is alive anymore... Why? Why-"

Aside being a capable Adjutant, if a Scary monstrous one combat wise, who brews coffee to my exact tastes, she reads me like a book. And looks a lot like me, only with an Expressive Ahoge. So it's not a surprise she has come to hug ke from behind, stop my ongoing train of thought.

"It's... A bit of a touchy subject. He will explain when the time is right."

"... Fine... Not like he looks like the kind where pressure or outright Torture will work anyways. Now... What about you? Looks very much like me, yet feels like a diferent person altogether... And I still can't shake it off that there's something about you tying to me..."

"I-"

Knock knock

The doorbell saved her, huh? Guess we three have ALL the time in the Universe to spend until they decide to answer. Fuck you Being X.

"You better have an answer for me at a later date."

"Nn."

Sitting back in the chair behind the Desk, I speak.

"Enter."

It was Anya.

"Holy Kaiserin, we finished the work on the house cleaning. As for the new Snap elections for replacing them all, the Reformed Electoral Office has asked for at least a few Weeks to gauge how much time and resources to get it set and done."

"It's fine, there's all this and more Legislation I need to officially slash off the lawbook after all, tell them that so long they get an estimation ready before me an my Adjutant clear most of the essential things here, they are good."

"As you wish."

She left. Drinking the last of my Cup, my focus returns into working through all this annoying paperwork.