The air inside the heavily reinforced bunker hummed with the rhythmic chaotic energy of Corbin's engineering station.
Sebastian stood in the center of the room and casually rolled his shoulders.
The thirty percent physical synchronization felt incredible. The phantom aches, the heavy exhaustion, and the terrifying sensation of his digital flesh unraveling were completely gone.
He felt entirely bulletproof.
"Alright, stubby," Sebastian said as he looked over at the twitchy code-smith. "I'm cured. Now, where is the hardware to get me out of this Juncture?"
Corbin practically vibrated with manic energy. He scurried over to a heavy lead-lined safe in the corner of his workshop.
He spun the mechanical dial with practiced ease, pulled the heavy door open, and carefully extracted a small heavy object wrapped in a static-proof cloth.
He walked back and placed it on the scarred mahogany table with the reverence of a priest handling a holy relic.
