The young g-mod Chaos Theory sets aside her trusty console, and best friend, and pays a visit to a very shady Criminal type. Theophilius extinguishes his acrid smelling cigar, and for the first time since the brilliant child walked through his door, he does not speak in riddle, “What do you mean you can ‘print’ credits?” Chaos Theory smiled slyly. The wunderkind realized she was about to make a very powerful friend.