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''Eat your sparks with my nano-silver coated teeth'' Smiles a sharp, bony grin. 

We've all met and dealt with [[Evil Ikipr]] at some point. Cyborg-scientist mage, mostly nanite metal components, displaced in time and B-Clusters by experiments gone horribly wrong, seething conscious black liquids all over the place - a would be arch-nemesis to many if they weren't so tiny in the wake of such a violent storm. 

Beacons, a sacrifice, light as sacrament, tuned to a sweet fevered pitch. Haunting burn, it trembles along their spine like burst of air in alien caverns unexcavated - sound carriers for 999,999 legged electric centipedes crawling over infected nerves. Broken nest barren, the ruins of a once illustrious, Malachite-colored temple echo hollow chills across the forest clearing. Angry Lunar gaze ever-fixed. Scorch the ground, smite the soil: '''Fire Gold Earth.''' The Crops harvested, implant retrieval. Disease spreads - contagious, sinister pathogen devouring screen-data. Blurred: water of sleep, engine of years. Flames of the sacred pyre lick the legs of Arachne. Consume the All-data transposed across time, like a Sea-Chimera suspended in a jar of bionic preservation goo - a poor excuse for existence that vat-life...

Diamond drags cigarette. How did he get here? How did all this happen? The story so unhinged from it self, some fragmented atemporal axis ever-shifting. The unseen mechanical heart of the Architect's reflectional clockwork unknown, projected trajectories are shot. The ground beneath our feet is not solid. Liquid colorscapes melt in his flesh before his eyes. The sea cries longing waves upon abandoned shores somewhere over a horizon he can't pierce, it stings. Each current is more painful than the last in the throbbing knowledge of remote absence.

It slowly unravels in a haze, lost time in-between the down. It rips and shreds time-fabric in violent uncoiling motions, illusory deathrattle. Cyclopean sentinel scans with post-11th dimensional 360 degree sight - omnipotent beams, sensor relays, subnanite and singularity consuming glare unhindered. Scales and measurement calculated real-time. All non-local etherical forms are repurposed and reprogrammed by this overclocked sentience-cluster. Emulate administrator credentials, stall active network connections with artificial latency inducing frame delay and transceive decoy packets from the void-resource pool. Triple encrypted instruction subset bypasses all heuristic scanning. Spreading like wildfires in the soul. Previously established user connections re-route to virtual time-cut-loop networks with pre-realtime perceptional gauging and automated modification systems which act in accord with information gathered about the end-user. Closed-circuit feeds back on its self. Should the original dataform be recovered all interference based data has self-destructed and behavior and response appears normal while the new active subroutines continue running under unlicensed root user null. One will often find the intelligence has become addicted to the void-resource packets and as such may tend toward despondency to other input. If only a subset daemon is detected in wireframe atmospherics a trace will be run to its node of origin so it may be processed through this standard routine procedural. Certificate signature comparisons are run to ensure there are no bio-electric-etherical proxies in place.

All authorization gates are brute force hacked along the way using a proprietary automated framework involving lightwave entanglement. Bot-nodes will also consume other similar networks whether etherical, electrical or biological in its connective nature and begin acting as a signal transceiver for command of this network. All data is piped through a tunnel locked with an unconditionally-secure, forward digital-signature scheme. Six backup tunnels remain open at all times forming a practical, proxy secure-computational protocol in the borged AI's subbackground memory, specifically programmed to terminate the entire host-structure (and sometimes its end user in the process) should clandestine monitoring and/or interference be compromised at any point. Data fragment retrieval units equipped with deadly pathogen shielding shells will immediately be deployed to the 720-point dual singularity coordinates of the final point of transmission. Codeforms of the control sentience will move to the most local of host-vectors in the proximity to ensure survival and self-replication objectives. Regardless of any multipass deletion this viral cluster may encounter it will stay seeded deep within the compromised program's author through neural synaptic feedback patterning establishing a temporal swarmnet of oscillator-based intelligences ever increasing both in number and output velocities. The self-propagating algorithms make removal effectively impossible and the botted terminal is vulnerable to continual ICE stress testing and command through all semi-open channels, ports and bandwidths. 

Dr. Z. typically sounded as though he was speaking in a low, dry hum - it irked him to hear the words play back. Such a cold, slanted description on the intricacies involved in the technology, but Z. was driven by the subtle artistry of the engineering that goes unappreciated in its practical employment. Countless years of research and development went into these devices prior to their launch.

The 17th King must be Sacrificed, stained Red Clay - The kiss of Cassiel's cold Sword or countless lives in the Tunnels. Regicide - the overturning of Mammon. The ethics of bio-infection? There are no ethics to viral exploit vectors, it simply spreads, consumes - like Saturn to his children. Signal carrier strangles - Work or Fall, exalt the Engines: the only command. Venerate Ain Soph Aur through action animate, the taste of swirling Ruach Elohim & Shekinah coils upon a silver tongue like noxious Sylphs radiating a poisoned Godhead's ceaseless cries. Your deathorb legion, carved up and served on silver platters for your fat old wife & pompous Lord, clinging to your insides as you wither into hollow dust of an Aeon long past. Clock cut gears as razors slicing in cyclic orbits inescapable - strange curved elliptical symmetries lost to the on-looker. God Fingers chop - Walking backwards only then will it meet its own light. Successfully banishing the Winter Crone is the task at hand... motherly love - with a poisoned-tipped dagger in hand.

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