The new album," Adventures in the Black Imaginary," by DRAYALI is coming soon!!

Dengeron leaned back in the heavily padded chair as it whirred into a reclined position. "How are you feeling today?" Doctor Varlis asked as she began looking through his file. "Alright," he replied, "Remarkable, really. Though, I did cut myself yesterday while preparing a meal. Right here." He drew a line with his right index finger down the length of his left thumb. "There's no mark," Varlis noted. "No, and it felt like a deep cut, too; d'you know, the moment it began to bleed, it sealed right up, no scar or anything." "Excellent," Varlis made a note in the file, "The nanites in your bloodstream do appear to be keeping your body in good repair. Your blood nutrient levels are perfect, tests show no toxins or foreign bodies. Have you had any bowel movements since your last visit?" Dengeron shook his head, long black hair swinging like a curtain in a gale. "No excretions at all," he said, "Well, sweat in the heat, and occasionally tears, but nothing to carry away toxins or waste." Valris nodded, and paged through a few graphs in the file. "All evidence suggests the nanites are making perfect conversions," she confirmed, "Everything seems to be going as expected. "Now," she laid the file aside and faced Dengeron directly, "Have you experienced any memory problems? Blackouts, short-term memory loss, missed apointments...?" "No," Dengeron replied, honestly, "Nothing at all." "No accute bouts of paranoia, vertigo, disorientation, or lethargy? No seizures, trouble speaking, vision problems, headaches?" "No," Dengeron replied, "In fact, I feel better than I did thirty years ago. And would you believe I haven't dyed my hair in three months? Look, not a single grey hair! I feel like a young man again!" He chuckled heartily. Varlis smiled. "Right, well, I'm just going to run some tests with the encephalograph, and then I'll let you go." The doctor lowered a strange, bowl-shaped device onto Dengeron's head, and a nearby screen began displaying a number of coloured wavy lines indicating brain activity. "Did you hear about the falling stars?" Dengeron asked as Doctor Varlis prepared her tests. "Yes, they say one of the meteors fell into the ocean not far from Dar Nirota." "Ah, bet you those Drayali will try and find it. For all their protests against the Venichi space program, they have a lot of interest in things not of this world." "Well, they have a long-historied tradition steeped in spiritualism and the Old Ways." "Bunch of tree-hugging rubbish, if you ask me. If I talk to a shrubbery, I hear nothing back, except maybe the request to 'please step out of my garden, sir'." Both Dengeron and Varlis laughed aloud at that. "Alright, Dengeron, sir, let us begin the first test..."