Nimble but shaky fingers etch sigilic nanowire fixtures into grey matter with silica-carbon wet-solder bindings. The old kook's eyes dilate reading the psychometric information of the surface he's working on underneath our agent's skull plate. Fragments of sentences "Fucked up that bend on the last portion of the IC chip, de-solder the silica-carbon...."
"Shall we dump this meat sack by the gutter up the street?" the broken old voice cries. Our agent's awareness fades back in through blinding electrostatic vertical hold vision. Violent blood red burning forms a layer of thick vision around the outer layers of his eyes. Cesspool backdrop is dimly lit but the humidity of it's rot permeates. His Legort transmissions hiss with shrill, malicious tonality. Solar Flare interference? Navigation of interface menus has become fuzzy at best. Master program is unresponsive. Thoughts scattered in a million directions. "Fuck, escape...." the only words echoing in his mind as his nerves bleed fire. He reaches in his jacket to check for his wallet and finds the mysterious drug he had purchased looming there. Analysis from air-based nanobotclusters indicate this object was netiher wholely biological or circuit based. Magickal cybergarbage interface modules. Anything to escape this desolation. He downs it, jagged pill cutting his throat as he swallows. Within minutes he is consumed by it's darkness, surging panic of unseen shadow assailants strike chords of fear in his oscillatory system. He closes his eyes and sees himself fading into the Acharayim. " Dig into the roots." a voice with a pleasing radio-like baritone announces somewhere in the distant garbled black.
Orbital control's messages scramble as Black mother consumes him.