Codi's smile turns bemused, but she tries her best not to be too dismissive. Her goal isn't to disrespect Mikumo's opinions, after all, even if (to Mikumo's point) she finds them ridiculous.

"By far," she scoffs, taking a gentle swig of her drink. There's not much left of it to keep sipping from at this point. "I let the results speak for themselves. There haven't been any wars since the GTP was established--" because corporations wage skirmishes instead to resolve conflicts, resulting in equally large losses of life that are written off by finance, "--basic necessities are distributed in ways that make sense--" to the employed, and only as much as they absolutely need to survive and continue working, "--and technological innovation has boomed under corporate supervision," but only under the already-established tech giants of her time, which have now become monoliths that squash any further competition in the market that could challenge them. These qualifications are vague in the back of Codi's mind, and obviously not something she would bring up in a conversation like this one.

"I'd say it's a poor comparison, by those standards," she concludes. "My world's doing pretty well for itself!"