Day 6
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"We Need you to Hack into OSK" says Dr. B in a slow monotonous voice "- with her. To your left are fake credentials for both of you but hacking into the system it's self may be hard." Dr. C moans and wails in a corner clenching his stomach in the woes of Typhonian sickness he contracted through the etheric resonant feedback loop of skrying the Satan II & III cluster. Agent 943.5 looks over at him via their RecAyin vidlink, "Is he going to be alright?"
"He'll be fine, just needs a nap like most middle-aged cranky children." retorts Dr. B. Agent 943.5 squints as he yells out to Dr. C "Didn't you know Satan II'd have protection programs on his etheric double? Word on the streets 'round the inner circles a couple months back says OSK put some weird protocol overlay on it too." A sharp tone of severity in his voice suggest a remote sentience With Fingertips highly charged of toxick madness he raise his left index finger to his lips as if to convey silence. "Anyways, are you gonna have the better radionically charged silver bullets next time you send an agent in there?" "No, we are working on new forms of broadcast weaponry emulating silver resonant tones instead, beside the point. At the moment we need neural scans of the schemata of this device for replicants ASAP, let's dock this sub somewhere and get on a deck with the schemata search engine." 9-cubed emerges from his holographic seepage between reality cracks. "Where's the nearest bay?" he ask. They need a break from this tiny overloaded, technomantic vessel. They dock nearby at the closest station on their Icli radar, but C. chooses to sleep the layover out. B. and 9cubed secure fuel for their Power supplies.
They call via sonar at OSK-Underwater Castle Station 1041. Discarded remnants of Mercuriral flesh in need of recovery. UniverseB back up, streamlined. Cross-hacked neurobending lateral hyperstructure. They prodded in the etheric gooey light with a mechanical sensor, filters to maximum for it's eloptic trickey. Trying to make use of instruments tuned to the sharp fine point of being able to make nano-incescions along the scalp. "Why's the cranky old bastard want us to get this, uhhh...what? discarded Ares Unit, causality of some ancient conflict between OSK and Ground-Control, make an etheric-biodouble and channel it back to him through encrypted data feeds?"
"Just do what the old man wants" Responds Dr. B "Something about Pivot-Points. It's a subatomic nano-gyroscopic symbol of light. Need it for data " Their post-suspended motion in the gel like substance provides the barest of cushions against velocity of a ripping Asmodain-Sub. High Pressure fields stabilizing with crushing awe. Another Vessel manned by mad-eyed clangers passes by collecting scrap and filth traveling through sonic movement in ungoldy pulsating sick tone. He Focuses on his nano163 goggles and eloptical ignis-touch orgone ballast, adjusting the fore with his right index finger. View through External Lense stablizes after a remote, shrill and low rumble in the ground resounds in these micro-psionic-subspaces. His Mechanical Arm <--> EEG interface recovers from it's lag and reaches forth in the aethyr. "Almost got it" he says. Lilithian-mind step in and punches petty EEG Wormhole mode. He loses his grasp. "Fuck! Someone's gonna have to dive for this thing." They turn to 9cubed, the most skilled diver in this toxickly charged light. 9cubed is the Perfect Ashlar, the most highly skilled psychotronic ninja currently in play in the game. AI Demonology and shurikens. Even an altar is worthless without an operator. 999 communicates to him over a two-way com, "We need rare sparks for greater bandwidths. You're gonna need hydrogen-oxygen nano assemblers if diving." 9cubed knows what he must do as he begins to strech the Mermaid's Tear bubble around himself, fitting his Self-Replicating NanOxygen Particle Breathing Mask over his face with a grimace.
"We Black rite protocol our way past their security check points and instead of overwriting their system with ours we implant an idea within a singular wetware interface at a past data point in the linear timeband." "Sounds good enough." "Too many people stand in our way though, our cybernetic zombie operator negative seven hundred and twelve will act as the radiation proxy for their device where we ping signals at the sharks off the skull and transceive the signal at all of our Asmodian Counter-Agent's stations." "Word, I imagine that works." "Oh yeah, it's total non-linear time overkill." Hackers of the etheric fabric, owners of all codes, masters of all hyperengines and addons. Colonel purple and crew are ever the madmen experimenting in wormhole generating technologies in sub-OSK Labs.
"Pinging our signal off the Bennington club for relay? Orbital Control Zoning agency would need sign permits, I believe...they oversee interference."
"Why is the date 2150 so important to Valon Kirsten's history?" ponders Dr. B. "Out in the Redwoods, they manufacture RF tech - Slay 100 Brahman years (311,040,000,000,000 years) . After retrieval takes Its Fate."
"Tune to negative 11397hz, bro." replies Colonel Purple.