Wait, suboptimal? What would you have me do!?

Yes, you have performed many wasted actions that were unsuccessful, pointless or both. For better results, I would have disarmed the bomb or taken out rebel forces, feats you would have failed at.

Great, so Eve is a backseat gamer too.

Thiago begun talking again, and Alan realized that these conversations with Eve were progressing at the speed of thought… that was interesting, and possibly quite useful.

“Now, there are various Tutorials, and levels of tutorials. Unlike most tutorials which only explain how to play the game, the Tutorial is more of a test. It determines your class and place in the Game, which then determines if you are able to join a decent Academy and Guild. One of the reasons we paid to get here is that we are about to undergo a group Ultihaxlard tutorial, which promises significant rewards should we do well.

"We know there is going to be a group fighting exercise, thus we have determined the following: KingArthur is going to tank enemy attacks, Daisy will be the medic, and everyone else will be either ranged or melee damage dealers.”

“And I shall be THE WIZARD,” MadMerlin shouted, leaping up out of his seat, arms stretched wide. He was the person wearing wizard robes.

“We don’t even know if magic exists in the game yet,” KingArthur, the person in metal armor, murmured to his friend. "Also, seeing as we never read a—"

“We don’t? Or, do we?” MadMerlin grinned and extended his hand. “Let there be LIGHT!” A small glow emanated from his palm.

“What!? How did you do that?” A girl sitting between him and Thiago asked. She was just wearing a pair of black jeans with a grey hoody, yet it was clear she had a supermodel’s figure, with long brunette hair and a pair of designer sunglasses.

“A wizard never reveals his tricks, Aphrodite!” MadMerlin shouted as KingArthur shoved him back into his seat, strapping his seatbelt on, treating MadMerlin like an unruly child.

Don’t you mean magician? Whatever.

“Okay, yes,” Thiago said, “and MadMerlin will be the wizard, whatever that means. Now, what role were you thinking of, Alan?”

Well I was thinking being a sort of scout/sniper, maybe tactician, does that sound good to you, Eve?

Affirmative.

“Well, I was thinking I could be a scout, maybe set up traps, gathering information. I think I could be a tactician with my AI's help.”

“A scout? Do you have any combat experience?” Ace, the guy Alan had thought was a soldier, asked.

“Well not really, but I usually played a rogue type character in role-playing games, umm…”

Eve. Help.

Permission to attempt to access other players’ maps.

Granted.

A message apparently appeared in front of the other players in the ship.

“Should I accept this, Alan? An Eve is requesting the ability to access my UI,” Kitana inquired.

“Um, yeah, that's my AI. She should be able to give you a minimap and maybe update it, that’s what she’s been doing for me.”