Alastor, Deer

because to be dissection, the subject has to be dead, and they're all dead technically at least once

but to be vivisection, they have to be alive and they're alive enough to die- and double-die for that matter

is it only dissection in hell if they're double-dead

is it dissection if they are dead (temporary or otherwise) but vivisection if they're capable of response and stimuli, is this a spectrum due to regeneration, at what point does it go from a dissection to a vivisection?

or is the state of being dead and thus in hell an overriding dissection state?

is primo-dissection a thing?

Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.

DONT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. THAT.

Only the faint crackle of an empty broadcast, proving he was present but not responding. Giving Vincent precisely what he purported to want:

Well, they'd see how long Vincent lasted. With Alastor everywhere he ľ̶̩͙o̴̪͓͌o̵̖̪̒̀k̷̪̇́e̵̱͛̋d̴͈̭͒̑ - his broadcast e̷͇͙͛v̵̤̯̂e̶̺͈̓r̸͚͆ẏ̷̧̬̉ ̴̟̋n̸̦̬͊i̸̻͖̋͝g̴̭̲͑̕h̷̤̱́t̴͚͍͐.

And all without a single insinuation that he knew of anyone resembling V̸̡̜̫̟͔͔̪͉̱̑̔͑͑͆̄̄̒̒̄̚͜͝ͅi̷̡͔̺͚͎̯͎̜̩͖̰̻͕͓͇̖͖̓̇n̵̡̺͉̩̣̪͓͓̰̦͕̿̌͌̔̂͑̆̓̋̊͋̇͌̚͘͝͠c̷̛̗̤͍̰̮̲͈̥̣̏̑̆̅̅͌̐̑͊̓͆̕̕̕ȩ̷̛͎͈̯̝̲͕̰̤̍̃̓̋n̵̢̡̲̗̖̘̮̰͉͍͔͈͙̊̃̀͗̈́͘͠t̷̢̗͆͗̋͐̃̏̾̽̎̀͐̓͂̈́̍͌ ̵̛͚̘̫̤̈́̐̃̐̆̆̀̓͑̔͘͝Ẇ̷̡͎̠̩̗̀̈̅͌̇̊̒́̏̕͠ḣ̶̢̢̢̳̖̺̝̬̼̣̼̞̱͆͒͌̓͊̈̔̍̅̉́͝ͅͅì̸̢̛̘͉̰̔̆̿̽͗̀̚ͅt̴̖̘̰͔̾̀̍͊͗̃̿̑̎͆͛̾̀̃͜͜ť̴̛͚̱̗̩̥̀̐̉̂͋̒̋m̷̹͓̉̃̀̋̓́ầ̴̰̯̙͍̗̖̆͊̑̒͆̒̅̀̈́̈́̈̕̕͘ṉ̷̨̮̻̦͇̖̹͇̖̻̤͇͒̊̌͜, or 'Vox Populi'.

Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.

DONT. FUCKING. CALL. ME. THAT.

Only the faint crackle of an empty broadcast, proving he was present but not responding. Giving Vincent precisely what he purported to want:

Alastor's sharp grin widened, dark showing between pointed teeth.

Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER

Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)

» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.

He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.

Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.

Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.

But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.

But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...

The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.

He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.

But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.

Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!

He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.

The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.

Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe

» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «

Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile

» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »

“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎

He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.

The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «

ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated

» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «

And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.

The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.

"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"

Log » al.deer.frag where?????

» The deer in the bright was a beautiful thing; its eyes a glossy-black, tharn-struck and the signal song; the broken wing does not carry, the snared foot does not run, the captured antler does not escape, the sickened beast does not flee. Wasting disease plucking through the hart's brain, poisoning it into judder-shocks, electric seizures, willing to beat its own brains free.

Roadkill like the husky final breaths. The slackening sides of the doe, stretch-sprawled across the asphalt. The sweet twitch of ear, and the pretty fetch of blood, prickling in soft, brown fur.

Prey.

So close, he could nearly taste it. Spilling in the water, like a broadcasting pool of blood drawing near.

What a sick, sick deer, stuck in Shock.Wav's teeth-

. . . signal interrupted . . .

ERROR » FRAG.helphelphelp_SYScrASCORRUPTED.dat SYS.err_crash . . .

sys.reboot . . . initiating

sys.reboot . . . failed

restarting SHOK.WAV in UNSAFE mode

err.log; a problem has been detected and SHOK.WAV has been shut down to prevent damage to your shark.

If this is the first you've seen this stop error.log, restart your shark. If this error appears again, follow these steps:

Disable or unisntall any al.DEER.CORRUPTED. Check your shark drive configuration and check for any FUCKFUCKFUCKNOT_A_DEER. Run VOX.TEK / shark to check for any shark drive corruption, and then restart your shark.

Technical information;

*** STOP: 01010011 01101000 01101111 01101011 00101110 01010111 01100001 01110110 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 01011111 01100001 01011111 01100100 01100101 01100101 01110010 ***

Beginning traumadump of physical memory . . . completed.

Restarting your shark . . .

sys.reboot

» Frozen like a shark in the radio broadcast, Shok.Wav stopped. Obedient from shock, an electric feeling biting into his bluetooth. Too intimidated for anything as precise as fear, pliability, confusion, Shok.Wav stayed still, jaws clamping shut. «

ALERT » [ ' BAD BOY.fragCORRUPTED ---

But as entertaining as it were to make an apex predator cower at his hooves, there was no benefit to continuing the show of power.

He terminated the transition of the interfering static.

"̴̘̜̽̅͒ ̴̬̒̍͝V̸̩̜͋͝ḯ̵̼͕̔n̴̲͋ć̵̰́e̸̟̓̃n̶̳͇̕͠ẗ̸̡̳̂ is downstairs. In his Monitoring Station.̴̪̭̘͓͠"̴̡̹̞̎̔

Update » sick sick sick not_a_deer

» Shivering against the floor, Shok.Wav internal mechanics ground in a loud warning growl. Snapping his teeth, like a warning beacon, red eye lit wide like a light house.

Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER

Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)

» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.

He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.

Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.

Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.

But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.

But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...

The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.

He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.

But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.

Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!

He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.

The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.

Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe

» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «

Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile

» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »

“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎

He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.

The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «

ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated

» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «

And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.

The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.

"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"

Log » al.deer.frag where?????

» The deer in the bright was a beautiful thing; its eyes a glossy-black, tharn-struck and the signal song; the broken wing does not carry, the snared foot does not run, the captured antler does not escape, the sickened beast does not flee. Wasting disease plucking through the hart's brain, poisoning it into judder-shocks, electric seizures, willing to beat its own brains free.

Roadkill like the husky final breaths. The slackening sides of the doe, stretch-sprawled across the asphalt. The sweet twitch of ear, and the pretty fetch of blood, prickling in soft, brown fur.

Prey.

So close, he could nearly taste it. Spilling in the water, like a broadcasting pool of blood drawing near.

What a sick, sick deer, stuck in Shock.Wav's teeth-

. . . signal interrupted . . .

ERROR » FRAG.helphelphelp_SYScrASCORRUPTED.dat SYS.err_crash . . .

sys.reboot . . . initiating

sys.reboot . . . failed

restarting SHOK.WAV in UNSAFE mode

err.log; a problem has been detected and SHOK.WAV has been shut down to prevent damage to your shark.

If this is the first you've seen this stop error.log, restart your shark. If this error appears again, follow these steps:

Disable or unisntall any al.DEER.CORRUPTED. Check your shark drive configuration and check for any FUCKFUCKFUCKNOT_A_DEER. Run VOX.TEK / shark to check for any shark drive corruption, and then restart your shark.

Technical information;

*** STOP: 01010011 01101000 01101111 01101011 00101110 01010111 01100001 01110110 00100000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01110110 01100101 01110010 01111001 00100000 01110011 01100011 01100001 01110010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 01011111 01100001 01011111 01100100 01100101 01100101 01110010 ***

Beginning traumadump of physical memory . . . completed.

Restarting your shark . . .

sys.reboot

» Frozen like a shark in the radio broadcast, Shok.Wav stopped. Obedient from shock, an electric feeling biting into his bluetooth. Too intimidated for anything as precise as fear, pliability, confusion, Shok.Wav stayed still, jaws clamping shut. «

ALERT » [ ' BAD BOY.fragCORRUPTED ---

But as entertaining as it were to make an apex predator cower at his hooves, there was no benefit to continuing the show of power.

He terminated the transition of the interfering static.

"̴̘̜̽̅͒ ̴̬̒̍͝V̸̩̜͋͝ḯ̵̼͕̔n̴̲͋ć̵̰́e̸̟̓̃n̶̳͇̕͠ẗ̸̡̳̂ is downstairs. In his Monitoring Station.̴̪̭̘͓͠"̴̡̹̞̎̔

Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER

Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)

» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.

He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.

Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.

Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.

But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.

But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...

The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.

He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.

But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.

Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!

He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.

The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.

Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe

» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «

Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile

» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »

“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎

He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.

The shark gave no indication of a lick of comprehension, or at least interest in Al's words, but the change in appearance captivated his eye. Flicking to follow the branch-like division of the rack. «

ALERT » SENSORY_OVERLOAD » silliez.exe activated

» Shok.Wav lunged forward, latching his teeth onto the nearest antler with playful, predatory instincts in full swing. «

And how best to dissuade it from biting? Emit his dark power to crunch the beastie in his grip, destroy Vincent's little pet for daring to touch him? No, not yet.

The impressive rack shrunk back to the spring nubs, and he barked out a sharp command. Throbbing with radio-waves, intending to stun and disrupt the broadcast of the shark's senses.

"̶͇̎̓Ń̵̟̗̥̭̪̠́ơ̷̻̍.̸͇̯̭̦͈̤͑̿̑͑̏̚͠͝"

Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER

Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)

» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.

He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.

Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.

Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.

But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.

But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...

The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.

He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.

But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.

Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!

He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.

The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.

Append » HaHaHahAHAHA_geT_fuckED_alastor_mybitch.exe

» Shok.Wav tilted his head, a gesture that required the full length of his body twist and turn in a half-loop. The aperture narrowed, red light shining across al.deer's sharp-strain grin. «

Log » 𓆩⪩. ᵥ_ᵥ .⪨𓆪 nice_smile

» Drifting closer, Shok.Wav reached out to brush against an ear with the tip of his snout. A steady, whirring growl of machinery rumbled from deep within Shok.Wav's body - gears and servos sneering loudly. »

“̴͕͛ ̶̻̈́ I’m afraid I can’t h̵̯̩̏͝͝e̵͎̓̄̇l̸͈̆p̴̰͔̟̬̑̈́ you right now, I’m a little t̸̞́i̶̖̊e̴͙͝d̴͉̊ ̷̰̃ǘ̷̠p̷͙̽ at the moment.̵͚͛”̸̗̎

He leaned forward, horns growing like branches.

Alert » Depressed Circuit Function Detected in FATHER

Alert » Father Sleep Status Not Logged (24cycl)

» The error of his dad's distress was a plucked string in the symphony of the signal. A sharp atonal in the sea-static that Shok.Wav swam through. It twinged, tasted wrong, smarted in his ampulae panels, and agitated the shark from antennae to tip of tail.

He threshed in the tank water. Jaws grinding slowly against themselves.

Father was awake. Father was depleted. Father was... somewhere.

Shok.Wav's world was a small, precious one, and within it, he was largely satisfied: he received his dindins regularly, his tank water was kept a cool heat sink to his servos, his father scratched away itches and worries and loneliness with clever claws. Shok.Wav was satisfaction, in sharp, smiling simplicity.

But Father's Bowl was Bigger. He swam in concerns that dwarfed Shok.Wav's intellect. Compressed his limited capacity for understanding into a fretful, feverish loyalty. Wanting to nose and press at his papa, not comprehending, but offering comfort- support- protection- until all was well in his Father's complicated, curious World.

But this was a puzzle. What persisted in his Papa's problems was something that seemed to- not have an external source to bYTE, or hunt, or push away. It seemed to be something invisible to Shok.Wav, invisible as electricity was for others...

The radio wave washed through Shok.Wav again.

He may not have understood what troubled his Father, but Shok.Wav understood that he was- well, he was not truly allowed in Father's bed. There was a strange anomaly where Shok.Wav (despite being a small lapshark) was far too big for Father's door (very strange), and as such, he was soundly banned from that part of the tower.

But still. With each tide of static, Shok.Wav could feel his dad's disquiet. Awake and lingering in the dark of their electrical existence, their ocean.

Restless. Restless. Shok.Wav slipped his tank, and decided to test if the door really was too small for his small size. Surely it had been an error before, which would now be fixed and- aha yes! A tight squeeze, and Shok.Wav had to crumple some of the wall in, but he did indeed fit!

He sat in the roller chair, bound by cables and cords. The copper wiring wrapped in synthetic material, humming with transmission in an ungrounded loop. His posture quite relaxed for the restriction of his deal.

The wide grin sharpened. Otherwise seemingly unphased by the sudden arrival.