[b][u]...And I Want Them Now. | Computer Dock 12, 2300 Hours[/u][/b] Cain stalked a maze of computers, wandering aimlessly to the naked eye— but he had a purpose here. [i][Cold... Cold... Cold... Warmer... Warmer...][/i] The security guard saw nothing, having been knocked out with a swift pressure point, and the camera saw less, static obscuring the screen of whoever was on the other end due to pinpoint interference by Cain. He walked with a [url=http://digital-art-gallery.com/oid/35/640x320_7471_Heavy_Revolver_3d_sci_fi_weapon_gun_picture_image_digital_art.jpg]Splicer[/url] in one hand, and Eric's Data Knife in the other. [i][Alright then... Where are you?][/i] He was on a hunt for answers... Specifically, Exalin. The Mind at its core was a revolution in Ignus technology, able to monitor trillions upon trillions of objects at an atomic level within its atmosphere at once, as opposed to the usual macro scale utilized by other Minds. The only flaw was the general radius; apart from its self destruct sequence, its area of effect was much, much smaller— one planet as opposed to the Minds which monitored entire galaxies, even universes. And that's where his problem lied. The Mind had engineered abominations against nature in planet and populace, resulting in an environment no sane man or machine would walk upon. So why did they? [i][There you are...][/i] Cain twirled the blade, hovering it over the plastic-alloyed surface of the computer as orange lights intertwined with his tool of choice. He needed to be precise with the operation, or he'd pick up the wrong file. [i][Here's hoping the theories hold...!][/i] Thrusting in the blade, it seems to melt the computer, as if it were flesh instead of plastic. The "wound" is outlined in a neon orange, and similarly colored pathways branch out, not unlike that of a child's etch-a-sketch. And as he predicted, the computer detected nothing wrong. [i][Alright, you blithering meat-sacks. I want answers...][/i] [spoiler]Open to Wilson.[/spoiler]