In the Mindlink Tech Lab, the old Druid Pittman was still lying quietly in the silvery-white seat.
The magic symbols at the seat's base were flashing rhythmically. A faint layer of pale blue light floated on the artificial nerve cord that connects the base and the neural contact array. A low humming sound came from within the device, the sound of the resonance trembling between the rune triggers. The old Druid sitting inside the device had his eyes tightly closed, as if he had fallen into the deepest of dreams.
"He's already connected to the network," Gawain said, "currently communicating with the operators inside the network."
"Connection is stable, frequency orientation normal," Kamel hovered near an operations console not far from the capsule, monitoring the flickering runes on the console as he spoke, "there are no signs of exposure for now."
"Vital signs are stable, neural stress is normal." "Emergency disconnect device is normal." "Continuously monitoring brain activity."
