But the "Complete" era felt different. El Presidente looked over his shoulder at the stack of blueprints on his mahogany desk. It wasn't just about base industry anymore. Thanks to the integrated expansions, he could now manage the high-tech chaos of , building floating apartments and offshore glass-and-steel offices that defied the tides. He could dabble in the dark arts of the Espionage pack, deploying secret agents to ensure the "loyalty" of his more vocal critics.

For years, the citizens had lived through the eras. They started in the colonial shadows, dodging the demands of the Crown while secretly funneling gold into a Swiss bank account. They survived the World Wars, played both sides of the Cold War for foreign aid, and eventually transitioned into the glimmering, neon-soaked Modern Times.

Down in the streets, the people were busier than ever. Some worked at the new creamery, others at the car factory, and a brave few were stationed at the high-security dungeon—a necessary precaution for national stability, of course.

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