Jeremy's worst day ever

[Shagohad]

"Infecting you would be useless. You'd learn nothing." The being turned to face Jeremy, the mask splitting and sliding towards the rear of the helmet, showing a young Kusaran man who could be no older than twenty. "Brainwashing you isn't our goal. The infection process can not be resisted, and it only lessens the views of the outside communities. The willing are the strongest amongst us." He then turned away from Jeremy, walking quietly down the hall towards a much larger door.

"This is not the Mandate. Not as it used to be. The hull has been since renamed Ahkraziel when the Mandate's spirit vanished. Many went with it. They will never be redeemed, but they will also never be forgotten."
The doors parted silently, showing a temple-like structure within, a large artifact dominating a circular stadium-esque room. The man stepped up to the large artifact; a multifaceted stone structure with blotches of crystal that looked like a disease spreading across its shape. His hand came up above the skin of the object, the diseased crystals 'flowing' along the surface to pool at his finger tips.

"This is a facet of the Mindshare. We know it fondly as the Arch Storm. Millions of minds coalesce through this node towards our main mental entity; something that doesn't exist in this dimension. The Ahkraziel allows us to function and work at maximum capacity. The closer we are, the more efficient we are at virtually everything," He turns to Hunter, a smile spreading on his face, "Something like this must be foreign to you. It must be horrible to think of millions of minds forming one entity, hai?"

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"THE HULL HAS BEEN BREACHED AND THE SCIENCE IS LEAKING OUT!"