Cornering the Market

Naturally, that meant a food delivery from IronBaker.

"Harper! Dinner time!" Kira cheered, waving a fork.

Harper shed her coat, washed up, and sat down to enjoy a rare moment of peace.

After eating, Harper didn't go straight to bed.

She went to the workshop to organize the materials she'd gathered.

First was power; her single wind turbine only produced 40 units, which was barely enough. With extra