Thomas finally gave in to his curiosity. He tapped the interface of his throne, his heart hammering as the treasury figures scrolled into view.
"Damn!" He nearly choked on the air. "Over one hundred thousand chips!!!"
He froze. One hundred thousand chips equated to one million Qi points. He had spent weeks scavenging for scraps, and in a single night of social engineering, he had acquired a fortune that could likely fund a breakthrough.
The bulk of it had come from the hundred-chip "Flight" admission and the subsequent "Legacy" fees, but the sheer volume of customers was what had turned the stream into a flood.
"I thought I needed to wait weeks for growth," Thomas muttered, a manic grin spreading across his face. "But I just needed the right bait."
