Daniel Sato

A letter granting full negotiating authority lies in the middle of the desk, with only one signature line left blank. The top floor of the City Technology Committee building, the chairman's office. An hour has passed since the first golem opened its eyes, and out the window, in the central plaza, a stone giant with glowing blue eyes sits beside the fountain. The streets are empty. Every time a low, heavy tremor rolls through, the windowpanes quiver, and the committee's silver seal slides a tiny bit across the desk. All the committee members have been sent downstairs. Because on the human side, you are the only one who can speak with the golems. Chairman Daniel Sato, who has managed this golem city for many years, stands at the window with his back turned. When another tremor passes, his hand grips the window frame hard. A moment later, he composes his expression and turns around, in formal attire buttoned all the way up.