"I love weddings... Traditional weddings... Vegas weddings... Red weddings! They're all great! To whom are you betrothed, and how violent is he or her?"
Really it's not about the virus? Wedding. I've officiated a couple of those, course I only have authority to do them in space, or the upper atmosphere. Course I'm sure you have your own officiator. [First or second one, I think second: http://magicalsailorfuku.net/messageboard/viewtopic.php?p=37291#p37291 Edit: Darn it you have to be logged in to view the site archives.]
Alice is marrying Cassia. Because apparently it's time or something like that. I don't know. At this point I just go along with it.
"We will reach Armiista soon. Please remember that you are guests on the planet, and try not cause problems." The Armiistaan military police don't mess around. Step out of line and they will kill you.
On Armiista, the military police are a branch of the military that serve as the planet's police force. Seriously. This is a common sci-fi concept. Try to follow along.
A Military police? Would it be out of line to release a nano-virus in the atmosphere? I have one that cuases extreme hair growth upon ones head. Never been a fan of the shaved head look.
That would get you killed. "Exiting hyperspace. You will now be teleported to the Grand Chapel of N'Graath, where the ceremony is being held."
Hair ruins wedding? Robot, can't cause me pain and I can speed up my own death. Immolation proticals are in place, once my mind disconnect from it the remote body destroys itself. Your poor dog might have a hole in it's stomach from eating that one earlier. That and it's not fast acting, by the end of the wedding everyone should have hair down to their feet.
"Traditional Armiistaan wedding hairstyles take hours to do properly. So messing with hair would, in fact, ruin the wedding. Also, remember that I'm the greatest scientific genius alive. I can make a robot feel pain. Don't mess with me on this. Now go sit down. It's about to start."