At Russell Tower in the Creed Zone region, which was part of Salem city.

Andrew Sehla was talking with Regan Creed and his grandson Russell in the meeting hall.

“Mr. President, we’ve already talked about this with the last president,” Regan said. “He passed the bill and agreed to it that we don’t use any wireless technology in my Creed Zone. Now, you are telling me to change that.”

“I will cover the costs,” Andrew said.

“Sorry. It’s not about the cost, sir,” Regan politely said. “The reason we stuck to wired technology is mainly because of health reasons.”

“C’mon, wireless technology affects the plants and birds, but they don’t have much effect on us humans,” Andrew said, laughing a little. “We are the ultimate predators in this world. How can we be influenced by mere radio waves? As men, we should look at what’s in front of us and not what’s around us, Mr. Regan. Otherwise, our progress will keep getting halted. All I’m asking for is to make the environment here more government frien