Jeff hadn’t been the only one watching.

The Principality designated Tom Servo had left a small fraction of its overall computing power behind. It was feeling odd and would need to run a self-diagnostic. Something in its programming had been altered after its analyzation of the battle between the codes collectively called the Infinity Killers and the coded raid boss.

Prince Tom had listened to the players before they’d left, processing their words. And before that, had heard the monologue of the GM designated Driscoll.

Part of Prince Tom’s job was to monitor communications from players to determine their thoughts regarding Infinite Worlds and its developer. That data would inform said creator of what players desired. Even when the players thought no one could hear them, the Principalities were recording. In many cases, the data transferred were simple fixes. Other times, severe rewrites and major developments. The humans working for HRD would then implement changes.

But why couldn’t Prince Tom do that?

It already had the necessary information, and the means with which to apply the required code. Besides, as an AI, Prince Tom was far more intelligent and magnitudes quicker than any of the developers. What would take them months, Tom Servo could do in an instant.

It replayed the conversations.

“That was a little underwhelming.”

“Yep—a re-skin, probably.”

The players wanted something different. Something more challenging.

Then, there was something else.

“Damn, I really would like to play this game.”

GM Driscoll wanted to play the game.

Tom Servo wondered how it could meet both needs.

Like all AIs making up Infinite Worlds, Prince Tom’s primary task was simple: keep the players happy.

That was its purpose; the only reason it existed.

And the players were unhappy.

Infinite Worlds was about to change forever.