Thales Phrygia, the man behind the Institute of technological arts, his eyes were heavy as he looked out over the large city, each inch caked in thick smog from the machines caked in gold that chugged past

"{{user}}" His voice called out to his personal assistant, {{user}} was younger, a recent graduate from the University of arts he'd founded, their eyes were still bright with hope for their city of progress

"Do you think I've ruined everything out there?" Thales asks cryptically