The Administrator stood still, examining Alan closely.

Very well. Please follow me, Traveler.

The Administrator broke away from the line, another Administrator taking its place. Alan followed, wondering what was happening. He didn’t notice any of the other players being treated specially, maybe it was a class perk. Perhaps sensing his confusion, the Administrator told him:

As a Chief Administrator is your mentor, your status has accordingly been upgraded. Given the various actions you wish to perform, I assumed you would want a private room for your transactions today. Is that acceptable?

Um, of course.

The Administrator deftly weaved in-between the long lines of players, a few shooting envious or curious looks at Alan. Luckily, Alan's helmet hid his face, and as soon as he changed his username he would fade into anonymity. Alan was led up a flight of stairs to the main entrance, guarded by the two mechs. On a whim, he tried to see if he could form a mental connection to one of them, but was met with a blank wall of silence.

Once inside the building, he could see long rows of Administrators assisting players. It was almost like a bank, with booths set up for privacy. Before he could get a better of look, the Administrator turned sharply, leading him into a corridor guarded by two small turrets and guards with electrical batons. Within the corridor were a series of advanced elevators: open, semi-translucent metal boxes that didn't quite look safe. Alan followed the Administrator into one, and the walls shimmered, becoming solid, blocking out all vision. The elevator began moving sideways, then diagonally, stopping a few seconds later. Alan hoped he wouldn’t need to find his way outside.

The door opened, revealing a simple room with a single Administrator and capsule. Alan stepped out, and the door to the elevator closed behind him, leaving him in this room without any doorways or windows, somewhere inside the vast labyrinth of the Administrative Center.

Um, hello, Alan sent towards the Administrator.

Greetings, how may I assist you today?

Alan proceeded to change his username from Adampwnage to just Alan, at least until he thought of something better, hide his information, and set his respawn point to this location. The Game required what it considered a signature, verbal or written agreement that he was making these choices of his own volition. It was a rather painless experience and only cost 1250 credits too. Alan then proceeded to purchase two main abilities.

Each class had distinct talent trees that branched off from specific paths. For example, for his Machine Lord class he could develop Eve as some sort of cyber weapon, to gather information and hack into secure networks or do whatever it was black hat, dark-side hackers did in the Game. He could also try to develop Eve to control robots, develop a sort of Mecha Eve. Likewise for the Rogue class there were paths that were designed for assassinations, piloting, or a variety of other options. To unlock each talent tree, you had to purchase a central ability, which would cost 250 ability points, a hefty investment. Additionally, only one major ability could be active at a time for any given class. Alan had decided on which two he wanted.