---Incoming Transmission from Orbital Spacecity Da'ath---
Transmission#4564
"Good to have you back C. We have a case file for you to address. Seems these samples in the labs may be giving off an odd form of DOR radiation when in proximity to one another. They exhibit early signs of gene corruption. We would have you take a look at their data and see if any useful transmutations may be performed to their substance through sparygics or distillation; they have already somewhat fermented to get to this state. Hopefully B. will find the time to suggest biochemical paths we may be able to take. I doubt he will have much inspiration to though."
His exposed wires along his circuitry twitch to sound of the humming machinery. Superconductive neurowiring suspended in liquid nanoprocessors. Fast hands, slender fingers settings dials, tuning the remote transceivers...draining their juices to the future. Preserving memory.
The data is received in Dr. C.'s labs. He begins looking over the GUI.
Sending crafts to the weird sisters. Tricks in time. Narrow paths. Looking down from the ledge on the space station it seems like one could float down for a split second of eternity on the way to the ground. Attenuated Insect time loaded word over the fruits that this desolate grids' days greet.
Solar juxtaposition. Space railway station - accepting passengers. Open gate. Let silver moonman seedling god hatch and find his way out of the gray forest.