The terrible right arm brings the fury of .God across the land. "The Blue hand shall crush us all to save us from ourselves." quotes the Owl King dragging a radium-laced menthol cigarette he bummed off his Robot Operating Buddy. The C.R.R.P. display burns in his eyes.
The nano-pathogen infection is taking hold. Analysis of a specimen sitting in a sealed chamber of the Neo-D Labs seems to suggest a decay of the nervous system as the primary symptom of the off-planet engineered virus. Further reconnaissance suggest Darkstar is planning mass infection with the the designer drug they had a Brantley clone drug mule to Earth for them.