<div class="floatleft">(http://i57.tinypic.com/16ks1aw.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Doct-R-NIK-1<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Feeling smug, with hints of intelligence. Also rich beyond his wildest... okay well feeling less poor.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>B3729 Sector PLX<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Anyone at the proper place.<br/><hr/><br/>Upon receiving the corrected and amended orders, not to mention the commendation and award to which he responded gracefully<strong>"Thank you, Friend Computer, I will"</strong>, Doct-R-NIK-1 heads down to the transtube line. After first ensuring that there are no catastrophic failures in the line which might cause him to be delayed or otherwise destroyed along the way, he takes it in the direction of the briefing room, without further incident as stated in a previous posting. Once there he reports in to whomever seems to be in charge, or waits for further instructions. Either way, he gets to the appointed room lest he be labeled a commie dissenter, a malcontent, or anything below his current rating of "Highly Adequate".