TrashRabbit
probably from space
The ruins of the old ship gave way. And the two of them may have been ready for Jiian black ops agents, or terrorist or a mad scientist. But what they were not ready for is an ousary of bone and metal- and crawling all through it the glinting carapaces of silica based exnofauna- their shells glass like and their insides visible and bio luminescent. Each one the size of a diner plate. They coalesce like a wave, parting as you walk like a receding sea, reveal more gnawn metal- clearly the remains of the synthetic and non synthetic citizens of New Io above. The cyber brains of the dead are revealed now and again, holes bored into them like something out of a coral reef. At the end of the cathedral there is a natural tunnel heading down. It all seems very peaceful when the silica bugs swarm you- they eat complex alloys and they think your suits are the tastiest thing in cemetery.
Both data packets hit the team Chanel at almost the same time.
“You know,” Dr. Finch said, sitting behind and to the right of Goody, “I fucking hate admitting I have no idea what something is.” He tapped his finger at a breakneck pace against the table. The design on the crystal piece of technology was not giving him any love. He pinged Tina and Billy.
Goody snorted. He at least had an answer to give.
“I'm gonna go on a limb and rule out electrical discharge, none of the victims had signs of that. There's a pretty common scam on the fringe stations of wiring up transmitters several floors down to scan the devices of passerby using the architecture as an antenna. My guess is some ones using the struts to do the same thing. You must have a damn good nose cause, it would be the persons hardware overloading- I dunno if your seeing what Donny just fed us but I don't know how an over load is etching designs into peoples heads?”
Both data packets hit the team Chanel at almost the same time.
“You know,” Dr. Finch said, sitting behind and to the right of Goody, “I fucking hate admitting I have no idea what something is.” He tapped his finger at a breakneck pace against the table. The design on the crystal piece of technology was not giving him any love. He pinged Tina and Billy.
Goody snorted. He at least had an answer to give.
“I'm gonna go on a limb and rule out electrical discharge, none of the victims had signs of that. There's a pretty common scam on the fringe stations of wiring up transmitters several floors down to scan the devices of passerby using the architecture as an antenna. My guess is some ones using the struts to do the same thing. You must have a damn good nose cause, it would be the persons hardware overloading- I dunno if your seeing what Donny just fed us but I don't know how an over load is etching designs into peoples heads?”
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