This question seemed to hit another barrier in Zoe Pierce's common knowledge, failing to produce an answer like her previous search had.
Instead, a bunch of random ad recommendations appeared.
'I can't believe there are still these annoying ads, even in Interstellar Space.'
Zoe Pierce stared at the Intelligent Brain for a long while. A cool breeze blew past, snapping her back to her senses.
The wide training grounds surrounded her. She had been standing there alone for nearly twenty minutes.
Taking a deep breath, Zoe Pierce headed for her dorm. The diagnosis said treatment was needed as soon as possible. After all, now that the lesion had been identified, it naturally had to be treated quickly.
'But how am I supposed to do that "as soon as possible"?'
She felt as if she'd suddenly been saddled with a heavy burden, leaving her completely torn.
Back in her dorm, Zoe Pierce decided to anonymously post about her problem on a forum for Alphas and Omegas.
