"Are there any more questions?" Joseph asks.

"None I can think of at the moment." Similar responses repeat themselves in the chat.

"Then we shall start with the problem solving." The Assistant pulls up a convenient satellite image of the US. Joseph manipulates it through the computer. "Do we have records of anyone else buying the land, and of which land is deemed worthy of developing?"

The neccessary documents are pulled up. They review it. Then they discuss.

...

Eventually, they come to a consensus.

"To re-affirm, in every state we survey how many homeless there are, strictly towards this criteria," Joseph points to a picture being projected onto the whiteboard behind him, "within 1 month, otherwise the salary of everyone related will be cut by 75%, and anyone who does not follow the criteria or blame others for their mistakes will be demoted. The number of homeless will be rounded up by the thousands, as in that even 1001 will be rounded to 2000, and that a building following this design, which I will forward to each of you shortly, is to be bulit for every 1000 of the homeless."

Joseph had come prepared with the architecture design and guidelines.

"Please follow the architectural guidelines. Between besmirching my reputation, which I don't even know why anyone would do that, considering that the government would be under fire as well, and lives lost, lives that are just not a number, I'm saying lives of people that live and breathe, who are made of our very same flesh and blood, who have memories just like us, and may have family as well, have dreams, have aspirations-" Joseph takes a breath, "Between the potential and devastation of lives lost and besmirching my reputation, lives are much, much more valuable. Do not cut corners. Money...You can't bring money with you to the afterlife.

As for the question of where we build them..." Joseph catches sight of a message. "No, 75% is not too harsh. If you make a mistake, that's even more money that are going to be lost on correcting a mistake that you could have very well prevented by not being lazy.

Back to the question..."

Joseph delegates the duties. As he tells the now responsible for X duty parties so, he states, "Please. Do this properly. Do you really want to be the only one who failed and brought down the entire operation? There is so little reward for failing, and so much for succeeding."

Then, Joseph catches sight of a question posed by a Rob Spel. "No such thing as unskilled labour? Good question." He scratches his head. "We also have to educate them to learn skills. Going back to the earlier idea," He flips the whiteboard to show the earlier scribbles, "I thought of subsidising costs for companies, right?"

He catches a sight of the questions he had wrote down. "Ah, this is good. I can deal with several of the questions here as well."

"Nationalising industries and subsiding costs of new startup companies, startup defined as within a year of the policy, not that the policy had been made yet, just articulating, haha," He coughs.

"Nationalising industries and subsidisng costs of start up companies will lead to more jobs. However, these jobs may not be suited for, or rather, some people will not be suited for these new jobs. For example," He thinks for a while, "For example, if a startup company needs a secretary, there may not necessary be people from the homeless that has that set of particular skills, even from other states nearby. Therefore, we also have to teach them new skills. Computers? We might need to set up workshops, but even then some people may not want to go... Compulsory? Compulsory to attend at least one session of a night college or something similar?" Joseph stares down at the notebook in his hand, lost in his thoughts.

"But some people wouldn't like some jobs, but... necessity above want? Stop lowering requirements for entering higher levels of school, and instead establish more establishments for teaching people how to do things with their hands? But no one wants to enter such a place, although inevitably there would be some, but is it enough to fill up the slots...? Anyone else have any ideas?"

Chat says no. Jospeh chuckles bitterly, and looks at the clock. "We still have time. We can come back to this later. 3rd question..."

They spend more time discussing.