From tattered case files laying around Dr. Z.'s labs

"I seem to be suffering from a sort of tedium of work. There is no break in sight. I often times imagine escape. Simpler modes with less complications. The technoscape beacons me though, it is in constant need of attention and is festering dormant. It takes hold in these labs of my construction, escape becomes impossible as wires that were once snakes begin to resemble deep roots. They beg for a level of attention and interaction I have hence forth lacked the resources to engage them with. These quantum calculators in advanced array need pristine and unfiltered information seeded into their systems so that that the output feeds me the weird things I desire. This is the escape I need. Novel composites and data. The Labs thrive on it, as do I. This is becoming a much more reasonable request on their part since the installation of this new wetware processor into my nerve synaptics last evening. It seems to have a sort of sobering effect in terms of presence of mind it yields. Detail. Attention. Care in execution. Each step, guided by the set of hands."

"In the sphere of Jupiter there lies the promise of hope. However, in worlds ruled by Saturn it is a very different matter. There is only plundering of targets represented by obstacles executed with the most grave sense of logic and reason."

"I've begun to see that if I didn't have to put the pieces of these puzzles back together all over again, every so many years - not only would I grow complacent and stale, but I would also continue to harbor incorrect assertions unchecked."

"It is not an issue of signal vs. noise, rather the concern lays instead with the quality and quantity of the signal's content."

"With Black-Φ radiation exposure, and it's associated condition, we find a recurrence of corrupt signal transmission spiraling inwardly against an inert grayscale. No matter how many packets of it download into the circuit, the KERNEL only corrupts further. What we need instead is a mechanism which restores linear continuity to the file system of these circuits. It must be repeatedly executed until we have repaired all substructures in the neural patterning those who've fallen prey to this anti-signal. As this is a time consuming effort and process, we must first gauge which meatscrap units are worth saving and which would better serve us being dropped off at the nearest garbage dump pickup station."

"When one evokes the demon in any remote tree of a bio-circuits Kernel, it is normal for the patient to appear to lash out, often in incomprehensible ways. This is the tumorous growth's desperate attempts to cling to it's channels for Black-Φ signal routing. Dr. B. makes us think a hammer maybe the proper response to this sometimes, but still one must always take care with such delicate little discarded remnants of flesh I remind myself."

"On Seeding paranoia as a means of psychotronic harassment: 'you just have to seed the fear within a badly programmed biocircuit and it will propagate it's self with other local (mis)information'"

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