Dr. C. and Dr. Z. are recooping in an alley somewhere after attempts to contact Dr. B. and arrange a meeting with the recluse Brantley have failed. They've uncovered something grave. "It's a ground up genetic extermination these bastard Black-Phi have programmed, full on alien invasion. War of the worlds kind of stuff - we have to go to war with this force before they sterilize the whole damn scrapyards and colonial cities with their eugenic micro-extermination techniques." says Dr. C. "Fuck man, maybe it's just time to break the 11th dimensional circuit whole and program off the backup in the .seed." Replies Dr. Z. knowingly. Still he can't temporally phase out of this data point or achieve activation of such mechanism, they instead must arm themselves for the on-coming conflict. "All this time spent waring in the Tunnels was just bad practice, sparring and skirmishes at best..." Dr. Z. Continues. "We must remember that they have concentrated the power into a few hands...and they have very little protection for waves of energy they do not yet control" replies Dr. C. "We too have done the same but with the source, wise-planning, less competition for utilization of the signal will serve us well." says Dr. Z. "Red weeds...from Mars..." Trying to trace the original source of the invasion Dr. C. references a work of infiction and it's author "I think he may have been the one who was infected who when eaten started the contamination..." A starting point at the least. "If he tapped the infictive lines it would make sense his projections not only manifest through it's 3rd party perception but are also still in play per infinite rule." responds Dr. Z. "He was a player for sure..." retorts Dr. C. "Yeah simply Judging by the endurance of his work I'd be tempted to agree....but of what class? Not one of the unseen hands really all the same though, his works don't hit the M-data omnifield...He's just a tool or vessel? Yes, that's what separates the infict warriors from the chumps - source of will - Local or remote - operating from a centre or relayed control?" continues Dr. Z. "Bacteria beings directed by eloptical frequencies...these zaibatsus have some fucked up tactics." says Dr. C. - Dr. Z. knows, he's been suffering from the light induced headaches as of late. The endotoxins wore his system down also "Breakers in pieces - 3 motha fucking gangstah qlippoth conjoined in etheric crossbends and atleast on wields a big ass hammer. These Zaibastus seems to imply a structure to their entity building in corporate branding, maybe that big ass hammer would smash them good..." Dr. Z. ponders out loud in a steady monotonous tone. "Our allies...strange lovecraftian looking dudes" responds Dr. C. in a moment of simultaenous realization Dr. Z. continues: "why not? We've spent enough time repairing and upgrading the tunnels, time to put some of those recovered sparks we worked so hard to get to good use...Remember the work we did with D-6 care of OSK." They memory loop back in temporal displacement techniques to points spent in submarine warfare within the liquid tunable watery-light that flooded the tunnels. "Let's review our data," says Dr. Z. "we are on the cusp of an all out santization process by an alien force but we unaware of the nature of the culprits." "No, but we know some of their methods and points of interface. This is where we start." Dr. C. is correct in this assertion but who knows where this crooked path may lead. He fingers a sample of red algae in test tube. He thinks on how it could be linked to the outbreak of airborne mutated endotoxins sweeping across the lands. It ages terribly those it takes it's toll on through the anachronistic nanocytoxicity bubble present in the flawed engineering to the structure of it's microform. Non-biologically programmed organic micro-sentience?