And this fellow had a flat two-dimensional space grid in his hand.
"Considering some civilizations are incorporeal mental types, I've set it up so I can refresh in other people's minds and consciousnesses, since I'm an NPC, after all."
The client spread his hands and then looked at the confused Miss Explosion, "Do you have any requests? Fulfill my demands, and I'll give you the reward you want."
Miss Explosion snapped out of her momentary confusion and immediately said, "I want to activate my own self-destruction program! I am an erroneous Thought Tide! I am a virus!"
The client examined Miss Explosion carefully and then nodded, "Indeed incompatible, well, I have a request. Do you see this two-dimensional space grid in my hand? I just had it custom made at the Dragon Annihilator Civilization."
