"So, what modules should I go with since we are back here?" I asked him as I brought up the page. 

   " Clearly, the communications module is the best choice at the moment," Helios told me as he created an elegant chair and sat down, crossing his legs. I nodded my head and purchased the module.

  The room flickered slightly, and the metal in the center of the room turned to liquid and rushed over itself growing in height and before solidifying from the base up into an obelisk shape. The obelisk sat at the height of my hip and was the color of polished steel. 

  The obelisk pulsed once, and a blue light appeared from the very top and shot a beam of light that a screen was projected from. 

 I clicked yes, and a mailbox like menu opened up. 

 I eyed the screen and thought about the messages I was reading. A wartime missive? Patch Notes? I wish it would show who sent what so I knew what was going on. I probably should have gotten this module sooner, so I wouldn't be as far out of the loop as I was. I let out an airy sigh and selected all the messages starting from the top. 

  I let out a chuckle as I read over the message. "Helios, isn't the system suppose to be perfect or something along the lines of it? Why is it getting patches like games would be back on earth?"  

  Helios made a dismissive gesture with hand, which I assume was him shifting a screen to the side. "While the system is large and powerful, it is still prone to breaking. The system that is utilized in this galaxy is based on Alpha's since he is the Galatic Administrator. Since he is an A.I, the system here is much like a computer, and like all computers, things break occasionally and need to be fixed. The only variants of the system that do not require maintenance as often are the reality type varients, but even then, they need fixing from time to time." 

 I nodded my head as I began storing away the information I was being given. "It says here that a copy of the Game Type 1A variant has been uploaded to the market place. That is my system, did my awakening as an Administrator create a new variant?"

 He shook his head as he made a quick motion with his hands as if he was dragging a screen back to the center of his view. "Not exactly. When you awakened, your brain started to perceive the system as something it could comprehend. You were close to the original game type, but there were a few key differences, so the system categorized it as 1A instead of the base version, and since the system is a vital part of an Administrators life, a template of the system becomes available for use if an Administrator wishes to change his type."

  "Ohhhh. That would make sense. Do I not get any royalties from it?"

 "No, anything relating to a type of system or variant falls under Alpha's domain. So no royalties or anything like that."

 "That's a bummer. Well, it's still cool knowing I made something unique I guess.", I shifted my attention back to the message board and kept reading.

 "Helios, what quadrant are we in?" I asked as I dismissed the message I was reading and brought up a new one. 

 'We are in quadrant three in the core quadrant. We should be safe during the start of the war, though I'm not sure if we will be safe from the vanguard forces. We best prepare our selves for the worst-case scenario." He stood up and walked over to the glass window and watched as Ouradia rotated slowly. I set the screen to the side and walked over next to him. 

 "I didn't realize how much was actually going on until I got the communication module up." I crossed my arms and stared at a cloud that floated lazily across Ouradia's atmosphere. 

 "The life of an Administrator is a tough one. You either live or you die. I've grown to appreciate you, so please don't let your self die." He made a dismissive gesture and walked back over to his chair. I continued to stare out of the window. I decided that I shouldn't respond to what he just said. I think I'll leave it at that. I spun around and flashed Helios a soft smile, and went back to the communications Module and continued where I left off. 

 I frowned and dismissed the message. I really needed to decide on what path I wanted to walk as an Administrator. I've just spent so much time exploring that I haven't really prioritized my future. Once I decided on my paths of power, I need to figure out what I want to become. I clicked on the final message and received a small jolt of surprise. 

 I felt a smile grow across as the creation Points deposited themselves into my inventory. I brought the screen up and glanced at the number and let out a low whistle. I had six hundred and twenty-five. I could use this to push my administration room a little further ahead, and possibly get some upgrades for my species, and even bring in a few new ones if I chose to.

 I made a mental note to check the market and turned off the screen, "Okay, Helios, I read all the mail and collected some creation points. Let's finish the control room and skim the market place for stuff we need in the future.  Then let's get my paths of power squared away."