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Rick was about to jump over the table and convince the man, but Exedore beat him to the
punch, fixing Zand with that unearthly gaze of his and saying:
"We're merely telling you the results of our best data analysis. Please don't interject
your opinions."
So when we have something to say, it's an opinion, and when they have something to say,
it's a fact, Rick thought, restraining himself.
Gloval cleared his throat meaningfully.
"Fascinating...So we're all descended from the same race, are we? And who can say in what
direction all of us are headed. We may never know..."
Rick dropped back into his seat, staring off into space. Whatever happens, he told
himself, we mustn't ever allow ourselves to become like the Zentraedi, devoid of emotions-no
better than robots. Never!

The conference room, scene of Exedore's briefing, was located on level 34 of the new
fortress, the so-called SDF-2, which had been under construction for almost as long as the city of
New Macross itself. The space fortress was a virtual copy of the SDF-1 and currently sat back to
back with it, linked to its parent by hundreds of transfer and service corridors, in the center of
the circular human-made lake known now as Gloval, in honor of the admiral. The arid, high plateaus
of northwestern North America seemed ideally suited to the reconstruction of the city that had
once grown up inside the original super dimensional fortress. The area was cool compared to the
background radiation of the devastated coastal corridors, untainted water was plentiful enough,
the climate was temperate, and there was no shortage of space. As a result the city had risen
swiftly, prospered, and spread out from the lake, a burgeoning forest of skyscrapers, high rises,
and prefab suburban dwellings. In the two years since its founding, the population of New Macross
had increased tenfold, and its was considered (though not officially recognized as) the Earth's
capital city.
New Macross had its share of Zentraedis, though not nearly as many as the cities that had
grown up at alien crashpoints throughout the continent-New Detroit and nearby Monument City chief
among them. The Zentraedi enjoyed less freedom than the Humans, but this was conceived of as a
temporary measure to allow for gradual readjustment and acculturation. Most Zentraedi had opted
for micronization, but many retained their original size. However, control of the Protoculture
sizing chambers fell under the jurisdiction of the military government, the Robotech Defense
Force, alternatively known as the Earth Forces Government. Micronization was encouraged, but the
return to full size of a previously micronized Zentraedi was rarely if ever permitted. This had
given rise to a separatist movement, spearheaded by Monument City, which advocated the creation of
autonomous Zentraedi free states. Critics of these proposals pointed to increasing incidents of
Zentraedi uprising as justification for maintaining the status quo. The innate blood lust that had
earned the Zentraedi their reputation as fearsome warriors was not always so easily overcome and
controlled.
At factories in the industrial sector of New Macross City, humans and aliens worked
together toward the forging of a united future. The Zentraedi were fond of work, having had no
previous experience with it during their long history of enslavement to war. Manual labor or
assembly line, it made no difference to them. Giants hauled enormous cargos of wood and raw


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materials in from the wastelands, while their micronized brethren worked at benches completing
electronic components, adding Protoculture chips to Robotech circuit panels-chips that had been