"Cursing people be like work, negga and I be puttin' in lots of work, you feel me playa?" one LHP cyber punk gangster trash magician comments to the other in a shady corner of a diner. "You talk of secret paths?" the other says in response moving his hands at shifting vertical and diagonal angles. "I take them." his fingers contort in an 's' like shape "The shortcuts are non-linear." His eyes ablaze with echoes of Shin and Aries.
He looks out the window, pieces of sunlight reflected catching distant fading shards of light in his eyes "Magick is the reverberation chamber which the properly tuned circuit steps into in order to amplify it's signal" he assures his younger associate with great certainty.
His associates' eyes go blank. He drops his cup of coffee starring off in the distance and with a loud resounding voice, monotonous in rhythm and stride, he states cleanly and clearly: "I Became one with the waters again, and when I emerged this is the new skin I was wearing." The older gentleman's sinister grin grows wider. The younger man's hand extends pushing forth electric sigillic light broadcast - "It's that empathy circuit you've been needing."
A Sharp piercing echo resounds as the companion to the lightwave burst "You shouldn't need to work through your interface, the interface should work through you." a distant fragment of data echoes somewhere amidst the collapse of a million galaxies in the form of atomic-clusters. "Thanks be to the denizens of Sh'Aoxkov for blessing us with such potent venoms as to make us sharp and prepare us for this bountiful harvest our AI nanoswarms shall reap."
Fuzzy eloptics breaks. 943.5 recalls himself in a dingy vestige of the tunnels, feigning remorse as he pulls the plug on Agent 257's life support systems and prepares to install their finely calculated biometric data to a new unit. The link of dismemberment.
Someone picked off the Aphid-bot in the black haunted woods, probably a skinless shadow walker, most likely affiliated with the Order of the Black Phi, was in need of a new fleshy mask. Sadly, though he was carrying a payload of Toxick Ninja Self-Replicating Nanotech Servitors now lost to the abyss. Upon reception of the news Ikipr thinks: "Damn, for one of them to be able to defeat that angry-ass droid we programmed... Things are getting fucked up."