continues to type more commands into the terminal as he lets the thoughts drift into the back of his mind. He needed a strategy but always came up with his best ideas when he just left them to simmer for a while. This reminds him of the rest of the stew and his mouth starts to water.

It was coming to that time of year when heavy meals like this were needed to build you up and keep you from getting sick. Was that an issue anymore however? Would whatever flowed through his veins allow another virus or bacteria to join it?

It didn’t seem too accommodating to anything except itself. Even the consciousness of the host was wiped out so it could move in. Except with him of course.

An alarm signals him out into the main room