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Stinger heard the cyborg come into the War Room. It began to analyze the map, talking while it did so. It then offered to hack these locations and pull files. Rodger mumbled out a "...whatever you think is best..." and went back to staring at the map. Well, one part of it really. The projected civilian casualties box listed deaths up in the thousands. A rather insignificant number compared to the 1.2 billion people in Greater Metropolis. But still, those were 15,096 people he was sentencing to death, for doing nothing more than choosing the wrong job or house to live in. He tried to steel himself, to try to stop caring about those people, but he couldn't. When it came time to press the big red button, someone else might have to do it.