Chel took a few minutes to calm down, then leaned back in her chair and began talking in a calmer, more controlled manner. "On one hand… I like Lexx. On the other, he doesn't pass for even remotely human here. He's involved in something I don't fully understand. And he could die. It would be so senseless for him to die. There's so much there, in him, that has been destroyed by this game. I know it's there… those nanites in his body… and the relay in his head."
"The relay is harmless," Kip stated. "If it was going to hurt you, it would have while laying down threads in the first 48 hours."
"How comforting," frowned Chel. "You knew?"
"Of course I did," shrugged Kip. "I can detect relay waves and read them as well as talk over them. I did not, because my parameters do not allow such activity unless I am given permission to do so."
"The nanites…" Chel stared at Kip.
"Nanites are highly specialized for the first body they're put into. Lexx is human, but the nanites associate themselves to his DNA only. They won't infect you. As for Alien Dice as a game, I have access to hundreds of files and feeds. I'm not supposed to display them to Lexx, but I can show them to you. Turn on the plate, Chel."
