A full week passed before Adrian could justify the expense of meeting with Mex once mor. He had tried communicating with the friendly Normat via the PAD's text messaging function, but after his first message was met with a [0.1 GC per 100 characters sent] fee, he had immediately lost interest.
Credits were a resource far too precious to be spent on casual conversation. He would wait.
Over that course of time, Adrian and his people adapted to the rhythm of life in their new home.
He established a strict but fair rationing system, stretching their 30-day food supply. He spent his own time in their small, shared house, brainstorming what he could create in the already advanced world.
When the day finally came, a wry smile touched Adrian's lips as he stood before the Sector Transit Hub.
