A mad fire in his eyes:
"Allow me to explain things to you: We build monsters. With custom chips for Control in them. We need parts so we house specimens on lock down in the restricted portion of the bio-labs. All sorts of toxick, nasty little vermin from across the galaxies and timelines. Special chambers transmute and repurpose some of the little fucking slime-covered scumforms before they are harvested for our on-going research. It's a messy job, like so much else in this business, but thus is the burden of our medical staff here in Neo-D. You can make light of your own work in some skewed notion of conceiving beauty - we on the other hand are simply a collector, with a real archive of any dataform we encounter. 'We take, we do not give, we consume, we are ever present'" he quotes the sanitation crew's report. "We keep the things we like laying around, we file away the mess in the neatly sterilized and secured containment chambers under a threshold, collusion-resistant multi-signature biometric resonant scanning lock. Sometimes we return bad fractal replicants of these stolen, indexed essences so the end-user doesn't realize it's missing. This results in their eventual degeneration given time, but ensures our repurposing efforts remain clean and efficient, always."
"Welcome to the Sky-labs, this is ███REDACTED███ we will be performing here today - with a cold, sharp nanocarbon edge for precise extraction. Don't worry though, you were always the Husk yor temporal form is growing into. Some true 11th dimensional Operator saw fit to grow a fractured Spark within you - it would seem, atleast according to these time keeping charts and fancy graphs, that it is time to harvest therefrom."