"The Proving Grounds," Corvin thought back, keeping his mouth shut so he didn't look like a crazy person talking to himself. "As a Junior Administrator, I have to pass the Entrance Exams every time I return from a field assignment to prove my code hasn't been corrupted by the baseline servers."
So, it's a pop quiz, Sebastian mused.
Fascinating. Just head toward the main administrative building. I need to find the central database.
Corvin started walking across the pristine courtyard. There were dozens of other Admin candidates milling about, all dressed in similar flowing, white and gold robes. They spoke in hushed, arrogant tones, discussing localized physics edits and complaining about the smell of the lower-tier planets.
Sebastian wanted to punch all of them.
Before they could reach the grand staircase leading into the main facility, a tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into Corvin's path.
