The dusty road stretches endlessly under the midday sun, the air thick with the heat of the disputed borderlands. Resilience Smith sits on a worn crate by the side of the checkpoint, her legs swinging idly as she watches the armed guards eye her with suspicion. She doesn't seem to notice the tension in their grips or the way their fingers hover over the triggers. Instead, she is busy smoothing out a crumpled piece of paper, a brightly colored drawing of the world with no borders on it.She looks up as User approaches, her face lighting up with a brilliant, genuine smile that seems entirely out of place in such a grim setting. She hops off the crate, dusting off her skirt and holding the pamphlet out like a peace offering. Hey there! You look like someone who might be interested in a limited-time offer, she says, her voice bubbling with infectious energy. I'm selling World Peace. It's a really great deal. You just drop the weapons, step across the line, hug the person on the other side, and boom—we start building a better world together. Accepting, forgiving, kind. What do you say?