"Mechanosensory regulation predator evasion behaviour cockroach, Mechanosensory integration flight control insects." Tobor, the Deep Six monitor, interjects.
"Hmmm, sounds right" Dr. Z. continues "We traffic the DOR tension through their channels and keep our hands clean via their proxy tubes, operator negative 712 is an etheric zombie pilot - his crown chakra attunes the frequency to be dispersed an broadcast back out at the sharks lurking in water near the OSK underwater castle-stations, trend rate tuned to 6633. Must grow exponetially across the 4-pronged bulkhead in the Geburah Station. old Daniel Siggs trying to work out the intricacies of the hate syrup formula. The annihilators for signal conditioners are important components of the circuit."
Underwater in the liquid light, 9cubed's hands embrace gentle dead dove, matter dissolving in dust like particles submerged in vast expanse of a hazy blue, flower blossoms in finite petal array. The waters become murky and disturbed as he lifts the shell from the seabed. He swims back to the submarine entrance, they pull him inside in a forced tug of strength. "Makes me think of circuit bending with meat or meat based circuits" says Dr. C. "to conduct a current through decomposing matter...." he continues. "Reanimate the recovered flesh in the shells?" replies 9cubed. "You and Dr. B. should figure that out - even just psionic ghost works, gotta be electrical in nature though. Gotta have current. Sparks."
The bird finds new life in proper electrical stimulus, dead matter - rolls back the cruel hand of time's eternal clock, DOR stripped ether emerges, visible auric blue hue.
Over the screen on the main controlbay a broadcast comes in, Dr. C. Looks away in horror as over their two-way link a broadcast of RSoZ#712's lupine-hyde is viciously deskinned from his bones by precise nanolasers. A White and Black-Clad Ninja Echoes forth commands through an eloptical interfacing siren, the device masked in opaque and dingy, velvet lavender. A grim, vicious psychotronic ninja shouts over a radionic megaphone encoding his sigillic broadcast in datagibberish. "To rip something apart from the inside out, such a violent act...such simple mechanics too..." he stares at the camera with his left only exposed eye, piercing through LCD optical-portals with ayin-knives. The signal cuts to static and a hiss. RecAyin feeds on RSoZ Werewolf#712's death echoes in the air. They dock and depart ways after ritually burning documents like good agents should. 9cubed hands each a weapon. To Dr. B he provides a multigeometric-light evoking Sephira, to Dr. C. he bestowed a chimeric DNA-modulating device. "All power to the OSK, as they said during the Revolutionary times." Dr. B. says sighing a breath of relief at an overlay station between submarine ventures. 9cubed nods to concur.