This search seemed to run up against the limits of Zoe Pierce's knowledge, failing to provide an answer like her previous query had.
Instead, a bunch of random advertisements popped up.
'I can't believe there are still these spammy ads, even in the interstellar era.'
Zoe Pierce stared at the Intelligent Brain for a long moment before a cool breeze brought her back to her senses.
A vast training ground stretched out around her. She had been standing there alone for nearly twenty minutes.
Taking a deep breath, Zoe Pierce started walking toward the dorms. The diagnosis report said "as soon as possible." After all, now that the source of the problem had been identified, it needed to be treated right away.
'But how was she supposed to make that happen "as soon as possible"?'
She felt as if she had suddenly been saddled with a burden, and it was tearing her up inside.
Back in her dorm, Zoe Pierce anonymously posted her question on a forum about Alphas and Omegas.
