Ikipr places an odd multiplex singularity sample on the witness well of one of the few remaining Psi-Chronistic Data RePlay Screens and plugs himself into a Sentient Plant Wetware Interface via a Typhon3-Sensor helmet for control of the unit. An odd hued aura begins emitting from the Physio-Inertia Amplifying Panceiver antenna connected to the Oracle271 unit somehow recovered by the remnants of the Da'athian wormhole mining facility. A strange high pitched sustained sound from a Fractal Symphonic MultiWave Generating System accompanies the L-waves auric splendor growing ever brighter and beginning to shake the Orbital, Pre-Fabricated Orgone Amplifying habitat. "Beyond the pools of Athiel and Ain..." he thinks in a half-processed thought.
Nine Cubed, or atleast a replicant thereof, is now fully integrated with the Satan-IX unit, traversing the watery-nanolight scales in a flooded underworld via non-linear doorways. He smiles in unison with The Black ones while remaining cast in scattered light. it's 2:30 AM in a dingy back alley of city#146. "...in dreams last night I heard the mad laughter resounding from Masak Mavdil and saw the daemon within Thaumiel, two of them joined encircling one another in the hollow sphere, then the sounds grew louder, a million madmen laughing in the abyss, the overtones created by the modulation of so much demented cackling jarred me from sleep...it was a completely different series of tunnels in a way, endlessly more grim than usual - so ultra-hirez in cthonic hues." 9cubed recounts to 943.5 wearing a Jimmy-mask made out of plastiskin 2.7. He proceeds to sever the agents throat with a quick clean motion to his eloptic blade. 943.5 has served his purpose and was disposed of on orders from Orbital Control. His memory buffer is accessible in file# 548954789.
A Screen on a remote computer monitor flashes the words: "The harvest is now complete. All data has been properly compiled, thank you.-Orbital Control