Ethan started the BMW, but his mind was a storm of panic and adrenaline. He glanced at the pistol lying on the passenger seat, the physical evidence of his crime. I can be caught. They can find it. I could go to prison!
[Relax, Champion. Calm your shaking little muscles. If they wanted to arrest you, they'd have to subdue you, and that won't be easy considering the technology of this world.] the System reassured him, laced with its usual mockery.
Ethan relaxed marginally. "What do you mean by the technology of this world? Are we talking aliens? Time travel?"
[Do you want your head to explode?]
Ethan instantly shrunk back in his seat. "No! No, no, no! I didn't ask anything. I take it back. Forgive me!"
[Hahaha! Good boy. Nah, it's no secret. Your world has mediocre technology, but it has a huge number of individuals. You easily subdued the other species and took over the planet—that's praiseworthy. So don't worry about the details.]
