You hug Shadow back and walk over to the Alchemiter, inputting a series of numbers. A syringe with a NANO CHIP inside is created, and you walk up behind Chryom.
Afrien : Inject
Without warning, you inject the Nano Chip into Chryom's brain.
"Ow! What was that!?"
"Brain computer."
"Why would you inject something into my brain without asking!?"
"Because you would bitch about it and it would be a hassle. Now set up a Trollian account."
Chryom : Set up Account
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ancestralAries [AA] began posting on board Team Ωmega
AA: I Hope You Are Happy Afrien.
CA: Now we can Keep in touch From a Distance
AA: I Was Joking You Dolt.
AA: I Am Now Going To Try My Best To Infuriate You As Payback For Non Consenting Computer Installation.
We would be honored to appear in your court. We are currently investigating another matter, but we will come to Prospit as soon as we can.
Regards,
Kenneth Thompson
Knight of Space
You then go and seek out the Prospitian that gave you the letter. What did the Queen call it...? The Parcel Mistress? Then, it's a female? What's the difference, anyway? Never mind that, there she is!
"Excuse me, Parcel Mistress!"
She turns around and looks at you. You hand her the letter.
"Please bring this to the Queen for me, won't you?"
She nods, then runs off again. You teleport back to the lab.