Every muscle in Harrison's body felt like it'd been swallowed whole and raked by a combine harvester. Damn near every inch of his back was cut open in some way or another, but hot damn did he feel loose, and good lord did these pancakes smell good! Not even the Malkrin-sized teeth marks on his thighs could bring him down!

…Maybe the usual morning painkillers and various unnatural stimulants had an effect, too.

The engineer was currently swaying his bruised hips to only the best Old-Earth Golden Age music—Fleetwood Mac, naturally—and whipping up the absolute best breakfast known to man and Malkrinkind, with only a lazily-tied blanket around his waist. He had no clue where he had left his clothes, and he wasn't interested in getting into anything else, given how cut-up he was. Plus, the extra blanket was oh-so kindly left halfway across the bunk room by a very… invigorated version of himself last night.

Everything after that 'shower' was a blur. Harrison remembered how Shar held him and how all ten feet of her paladin body felt… But how he managed to scrounge up that energy was a mystery. Sure, he had been stressed and overworked for months, injected with several kinds of performance drugs for the raid, and had more than a desire to see his loving paladin scream his name, but that didn't add up.

A flash of Shar's lidded eyes seared into his vision, forcing an alluring fire down his veins. It cascaded into a short-lived embrace of warm waters washing over him with a not-so-cold shiver.

He shook his head, shaking off the dregs of lust still deep in him from last night… It was entirely probable that he was just that attracted to the tender, muscled behemoth he called a guardian. No one could really blame him, what with the way she looked in the shower.

He let out a satisfied sigh just thinking about her, imagining how happy she'll be to have pancakes and bacon in bed. The scent was amazing, and the mere idea of her smiling made him smile too.

She made him feel new… It was like he'd never even suffered on this planet in the first place.

Little taps of feet from behind caught his attention. Tracy rounded the corner from the stairway and stopped entirely as they locked eyes. Her black, chin-length hair was let loose in messy, unkempt strands. She wore his fur coat—something she frequently stole in the morning for its 'harry-bear smell'—over a casual tank top and short-shorts.

The smile on her face quickly dropped when she saw the red on his back… And then her expression turned wholly incredulous and hesitant the moment she noticed his grin at her appearance. "Well, you had… fun last night."

Harrison chuckled and beckoned her closer, plating the pancakes alongside their meaty breakfast counterparts—naturally, the massive stacks for Shar dwarfed the other two. His lovely 'artificer' cautiously stepped around the kitchen island, where he snatched her up in his arms and into the air.

He wordlessly spun her around before letting her go with only a little dizziness. Tracy shook her head, but couldn't put down her own smile.

"Maybe a little too much fun," she scoffed playfully before forcibly turning him to the side and inspecting his cuts. "Didn't see these when I came to bed with you two… I'm… I'm gonna get something for these. Wait here."

"Suit yourself, breakfast is ready," he teased. His jaw immediately pulsed with pain from Shar's 'French kiss,' which included Belgium and at least half of Germany.

She squinted. "Don't tempt me. I'm serious."

Not one minute later, and she was carefully leaning him over the island and cleaning the gashes. She wasn't taking 'no' and 'don't you want bacon and pancakes first?' for an answer. He rested his forearms on the table, just hoping the food wouldn't get cold…

"So… where's Oliver and Cera?" he prodded casually, inspecting the bruising on his arms.

"They um… They found a room in one of the apartments," Tracy answered quietly, softly rubbing a gel into his back.

His wrists felt especially sore, like the joints had been squeezed to high hell… "Mm. Why's that? I thought they said they were happy in the corner of the barracks."

"Shar was… loud."

"I mean, yeah. Giant apex predator. I don't see what that'd make Oliver and…" The realization hit him like a truck. He glanced back at his little healer with wide eyes, alarmed. "We weren't that loud, were we? We should've been asleep way before everyone else, too."

Tracy's face flushed as she deadpan stared into him. "Dude, people couldn't fucking sit at the bonfire out front because you two were going at it for hours. There was a whole ass no-man's land around the barracks."

His face reddened from the sudden embarrassment. "We got back home after midday. You even came into bed with us after we fell asleep! I thought we'd just gone to bed early."

Her eyes fell to the floor, her hands slowing to a stop as an awkwardness came over her. "I came into bed with you after, yeah. That was like midnight, man…"

He shook his head, doubtful of that being possible. They were lost in each other for some time, but midnight? No way.

"I left you two on your own for most of the day… came back around bedtime and… watched… for some time." Her nervousness at the topic cracked, revealing a much deeper, heated emotion that had a hold on her. "I mean, it's not every day you see your search history in real life. It was kinda like you two were in a trance, too. I went to play video games, but… uhm… yeah, even through the headphones… and I kinda felt you guys through the couch too."

She froze, throwing her arms up in a 'hands off' motion. "For fair reason, though! You were kinda manhandling her for a bit, and… wow. I just…" Her shoulders rose and fell with heavier breaths, her eyes locked onto his with a growing interest. "If you were doing that to her… what about me?"

His expression was frozen between mimicking her desire and being embarrassed over the entire situation. He shook his head. Tracy was going to get all of his attention. "Yeah, of course. I'd love to."

A guilty sigh left him as he ran a hand through his hair. Leaving her out of his and Shar's… fun didn't quite sit well with him. "Look, I know I called you before, but I'm sorry that—"

She hopped her torso over the table and kissed him, silencing his apology. "Shut up. I told you I didn't mind. It feels… weird, yeah, but we agreed on this, didn't we? I don't care… as long as I can order what she had and maaaybe see what shark tongue feels like."

He nodded once, offering a soft smile. "Right. Thanks, Trace."

His dorky technician slipped back off the table and resumed her healing ritual of completely ignoring the cuts and objectifying his muscles until the job was finished. She had a way with her hands that took the stress out of him. The spikes of embarrassment and guilt were swept under the rug in no time, replaced with a bubbling excitement.

He picked up their breakfast and began walking—or more aptly put, waddling—up the stairs and towards the bunk room. The door opened with a 'woosh,' allowing the hallway light into the dark room. There was a bundle of white blankets in the shape of a Malkrin lying on her side and facing away from him. Tracy flicked the light switch on. A slow rustle of the sheets over the mountain that was Shar revealed two orange eyes staring back at him.

He froze in her gaze. Her love poured into him through those irises. An extra thump in his chest kick-started an array of pleasant fires to spring through his veins. The longer he looked into those eyes, the more he felt his heart… echo, as if there were two.

Her presence was… warm. Comforting.

Shar's subtle smile relaxed him, the same way the sight of familiar landmarks near home would after a long trip. Those little things that meant comfort wasn't far away. Not to mention how damn cute her yawn was.

His steps felt lighter the closer he got to her, excitement peaking the second she saw what he held. Her ears perked right up, her tail whipping the blankets into the air.

Harrison grinned. "G'morning."

"Swell morning to you, dearest!" Shar exclaimed, her intent a lot clearer. There was more emotion in the words she placed in his head.

She tried to turn around and sit up, but only managed to flop on her back, her arms splayed out wide in shaking, futile attempts to flip herself… Kinda like a beetle.

Harrison quickly placed the food down and went to assist his temporarily-crippled shark. Tracy helped to oversee the process of moving their paladin to the locker backrest of their makeshift bed… Or, what was left of it anyway. He remembered how it got dented but definitely didn't recall it being so… broken in general. It probably could've made for a good war movie prop.

Destroyed or not, it supported the big lady with shaky legs, who oh-so happily guzzled all four of the water canisters he offered. She went so far as to drink three and a half more before digging into her meal with a glee that radiated through him.

He looked at Tracy, who simply shrugged and brought out a fresh blanket, gesturing for him to sit on it. So, he parked himself right next to his flower-scented lover. Her arm found its way over his shoulder and so did the technician's head.

"Hell yeah," the smaller woman whispered, mirroring the exact words in his head.

There wasn't a damn thing that he could complain about at that moment. His belly full, a flourishing settlement, countless bugs killed, and two beautiful women on either side of him… things were good.

Might as well start wearing a crown if he was already living the life of a king.

Maybe Cera could make one for him and a tiara for Trace and Shar… He faintly recalled making a flower one for his paladin but couldn't place when or where. Huh.

"Dearest?" his Malkrin asked, possessively squeezing his shoulder.

He returned to the real world, immediately noticing her empty plate before looking up. "Hmm?"

She tilted her head. "When shall we have our wedding?"

His brows pinched together in confusion, and Tracy coughed out a bite of food. The technician barely regained herself and pointed her fork at the Malkrin woman. "Fucking what?"*

A worried and confused look crossed the paladin's expression. "Marriage. It is something you star-sent do after mating. Javelin told me it was proper, and I thought it would be a swell occasion… I wholly understand if we do not have the time for such activities, however!"

Shar's face turned a softer purple under a gentle flush. "I simply thought a celebration of our love would be pleasant."

"Marriage is a bit more than that," Harrison remarked, glancing over to a still-confused Tracy.

She stared at the six rows of legs, playing with a strand of hair in thought. "I still don't know where Javelin learned that. None of the anime I showed her included that kinda thing. Not unless…"

The technician's face went white, her eyes wide. "She couldn't have gotten into that folder, right?"

Harrison raised a brow.

"Oh fuck no," the half-angry, half-horrified woman cursed, standing up in a flash. She dashed out the door in a hurry, audibly taking several steps down the stairs at once.

"What has our mate so tense?" Shar asked.

"No clue," he casually lied, not wanting to explain… 'oriental' pornography to his sweet, not-so-innocent Malkrin.

A few moments of silence passed before the metaphorical blood in the water was revealed. "Will she be back to eat?"

The half-eaten plate of pancakes and bacon was left on the blankets. Harrison chuckled, handing it over to his ever-hungry shark. "You can have it."

"I would not dare to take her rightful meal."

He shrugged, putting his empty platter down. "I'll make her more. The colony overseers left a good amount of pancake batter… just not enough oil."

"More?"

That simple question made his heart skip a beat. Yet, his lover was giving him the absolute biggest puppy eyes, holding her own licked-clean plate like it was a sick cat needing to be healed

Harrison smirked. "You want me to make you more, oh queen of the bed?"

"Please?" she requested softly, her ears flattening in such pure, heartache-inducing sweetness and hope.

"Shar. You do not need to do all of that for more breakfast."

He stood up and grabbed the dirty dishes, but was stuck. His leg had been curiously ensnared by a maroon-colored tail slithering through the sheets. Shar still gave him the biggest, most heart-melting stare.

Guess it couldn't be helped… Harrison leaned over and grabbed the side of her head. His lips found the perfect landing spot on top of her snout. The singular peck raised her lips into a smile.

He pulled away, but she snatched him back into her for a full kiss. His hand suddenly found its way around the back of her neck, giving in to her desires without hesitation. The sweetness was quickly poisoned by a hand on his hip. Her passionate energy spiked and he could only mirror it. Her touch teased him with flashing memories from last night.

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A rattle of precariously-balanced plates had him escape her aura of growing intrigue, his breath a lot heavier than when they started. "Well, you're… gonna hav'ta make a choice… Breakfast… or me?"

She froze, her mind's circuits firing as fast as they could behind increasingly horrified eyes. The choice drove her into silence. Her shoulders pressed in on themselves, somehow making the burly Malkrin look small and distraught.

A sudden worry cracked around his ribs, taking the breath out of him. Harrison swallowed and crushed the feeling. He reached out to cup his shark's powerful jaw, wrangling a smile to his lips. "You can have both. Give me a few minutes to cook—the stove's still hot."

Like magic, the uneasy emotion fell away as Shar's tail came to life again. "If it is not too much work for you, dearest."

"For you? Nothing is too much."

- - - - -

Breakfast made, shark wife loved once more, another shower taken, blankets and sheets in the nest washed, and Harrison was reintroduced to the frigid cold again.

He found Tracy's oversized sweatshirt to actually fit him nicely. Bonus point for how it smelled like lemons, soldering, and campfire, on top of Shar's flowery scent that stuck with him, which he hardly complained about. Hell, it was warm, too, the hoodie somewhat helping to cover up his post-shower hair from growing icicles in the barely above-freezing temperature.

The fur coat his technician stole and never gave back was a little bit warmer, but he didn't mind the switch-up. He didn't have too much of an issue crossing the settlement on account for the heaters. What he did have an issue with, was Shar completely distraught at staying in bed for a few hours. Not only did she not want to be alone, but she hated not helping.

It hurt to see her want something so badly, and it sure didn't make him feel good to leave her—Lord knows how much he'd like to just stay in bed with her, given how gray the world felt anywhere else but in her arms. Thankfully, she was content with studying her scripts and reading up on translated depictions of Old-Earth tactics until she could walk.

…He did feel a little proud about that, even if Shar was more than just 'sensitive.'

The thought kept his chin up for his trek through the fortress settlement, with Cera, Vodny, and a shieldswoman as his trailing guards. The latter gave him a curious look after sniffing the air around him while the other two gave him knowing smiles.

Most of the people he passed by bowed their head in respect like usual, but they most certainly stared, and a few of which flushed blue when he looked their way. Oliver also was unusually awkward when the engineer entered the workshop, which didn't help his own embarrassment over being heard by the entire settlement.

All Harrison could do was take it on the chin and hope that making Malkrin females scream like that didn't ruin their perception of him—he wasn't going to apologize, though… But again, the way Tracy called it a 'no man's land' did get to him.

At least his work today was mostly by himself. He found his desk and sat down, flinching when his back hit the chair. His seating arrangement was a bit uncomfortable, but workable.

Tracy had read and annotated a few files on artifacts that he 'urgently' needed to read up on.

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%note: yo, harry-bear. got this one translated finally. sebas doesn't really like the 5 languages used. anyway, this one's important for intent. the other testing pages haven't been translated yet but i assume they'll fill in the blanks. enjoy.%

Unclassified Document No. 4672. Public Release.

Unrestricted for [Knight] and higher positions. Approval given by Ecology, Security, and Administration Houses.

Signed, Dr. Alice Walker, Chief of Anomalous Studies—Ecologist Grand Master.

'Ex Scientia Paranormum, Vires Ab Ignotis,'

Item #: CS-005 - 'Psycho-Generative Artifacts'

Disruption Rating: Miniscule

Special Containment Procedures: Objects designated under 'CS-005' should be contained with class C radiological and class A psychic containers, with a minimum distance of 0.5 meters to other artifacts of any class or grade. Movement of items and testing are granted under 'Knight' researchers and higher. Tests must be approved by 'Grand Knight' researchers.

Any direct contact with CS-005 objects is deemed safe. However, due to its properties, it is not advised to sleep, use the psy-net, take psychotropic drugs, engage in intercourse, or have other emotional moments while in the same room as an uncontained object. Dr. Fields is always available for therapy in containment site 01, wing 3, room 0012.

Observations, research, and storage have been appointed to Dr. Hams and Dr. Lockhard under the 'Psychosphere Studies' wing after my promotion and the proliferation of anomalous studies. Acquisition has similarly been passed off to R&D and their leadership.

Harvesting psycho-generative artifacts from anomaly fields must be done by non-psychoactive automatons. It is additionally advised to check for new anomalies after any emission, not only psy-emissions. R&D does not appreciate wanton destruction of surface-grade automatons.

Description: Psycho-generative artifacts labeled under CS-005 are anomalous solids generated in artifact fields that share three distinct properties: the intake of intent-based radiation, local disruptions of the psychosphere, and heightened nervous system activity.

Additional properties may include a warm and soft texture, an amorphous knob-like shape with perforations, and a yellow hue. These are common, but on account of hybrid artifacts and low-grade versions, they are not consistent.

%note: all 3 of our yellow 'psycho-generative' artifacts are like bright glowing yellow, so i assume they're kinda potent. i sent you the graphs of the malkrin intent vs. max's, with the dips and peaks of radiation, right? ask me about them if I forgor:Skull:. our artifacts will work well i think.%

Psycho-generative artifacts act as nodes between the corporeal world and the psychosphere, capable of translating intent-based radiation into inorganically produced intent and vice versa. These items are affected by local emotions, thoughts, heartbeats, and radio-absorbant artifacts, specifically CS-006 classified objects. Spikes in any of these fields will cause a ripple effect in the local psychosphere with rebounding effects; see Test Log #02.

Tests have concluded that these rebounding effects are in place due to the inverse generation of intent-based radiation; see Test Log #01 and #03. This effect is foundational for artifact-related interactions as well as the psy-net. Intent-based radiation and its applications are vital for understanding the relations between anomalous items generated on this planet.

%note: this is literally what I was talking about. this is what's going on in max's head. the green artifacts generate the radiation from actual radiation, and the yellow ones produce intent based on an electrical current activating both of them.%

Test Log 1: 'Emotional Effects.'

Overseer: Dr. Walker.

Subject: CS-005, high-grade psycho-generative object 'Yellow Moonlight' and 'Squire' rank clone, K. Richards.

Procedure and Results: Squire was led into a test room with one screen on a wall. The subject is given radioactive protection, but no psychoactive protection—no grade C or higher nootropics were available at the time. The psycho-generative artifact is left on a podium in the center.

Squire is known for an intense aversion to [Redacted for Privacy] and is subjected to 'rage-baiting' via the screen's video and audio output relating to [Redacted for Privacy]. Squire watches intently and is visibly distressed as the video continues to play. Squire attempts to turn around and ignore the screen entirely, but is reminded by the overseer that he will not receive research hours if he does not engage with the test.

The subject's breathing increases, and a red flush appears on his face. The artifact is seen glowing a brighter yellow in parallel. Forty-three seconds pass as squire paces back and forth, clenching his fist. Five seconds pass before the subject's fist is put through the screen. At the same time, the Yellow Moonlight flashes and activates at the same time.

Across the hallway, a CS-009 instance is activated, lighting the room on fire. Additionally, viewers behind the protective, one-way mirror are sent into a rage mimicking the subject.

Closing Statements: Administration and Industry houses were not initially pleased with these results on account for the broken equipment. However, it added intrigue to Dr. Brahman's 'intent radiation' theory as well as positive correlation between emotion flaring and activating the artifact.

%Note: i can't believe they rage-baited some poor D-class fucker into activating another artifact XD. you'll see next that the emotions thing is actually really strong.%

Test Log 2: 'Unintentional Emotions.'

Overseer: N/A

Subjects: Grand Knight researchers B. Keyes and D. Kuchta. Knight clone M. Whitmer. (Aliases created for privacy)

Results: Tests are the result of 'uncoordinated research.' Researchers Keyes and Kuchta were tasked with running basic property tests on the Yellow Moonlight over the course of a workday. It is noted that these two had public displays of affection prior, and had knowledge of the security camera placed within their room of study as all others do.

At 23:45, the two subjects had begun to 'massage' each other and used an empty desk to further 'research' on one another's biology. The climax of their 'discoveries' caused the artifact to glow similarly to in the first test, emitting an aura that replicated the emotions of the two within the room.

Unbeknownst to either researcher, a knight completing logistics tasks was in the adjacent room and affected the same as the others. She would soon join the researchers in their 'research' as each were sent into a cycle of 'intimacy' perpetuated by the Yellow Moonlight. The footage implies the heightened emotions of the act caused enough of a ripple in the psychosphere to be channeled into the artifact, producing intent radiation that fed back into itself, releasing a more potent version of their psychic imprint back into them.

The three only stopped once they could not move and were found in the morning, by me, in a messy state. Their excuses were limited by the footage caught on the camera. The intensity of the recorded act led to an interview.

Interviewed: 'Brianna Keyes,' Researcher—Grand Knight.

Interviewer: Dr. Alice Walker, Lead Researcher—Master.

Foreword: It is clear the artifact was indeed the cause of the unusual acts, and the descriptions of how the artifact 'felt' were shared amongst the other two individuals with similar retellings of the event. Each had a different 'vision' but the abnormal effects were related.

Begin Log.

Dr. Walker: "Please, explain why I found you, Dimitri, and Mia post-coitus, on his desk. How does it relate to the Yellow Moonlight?"

B.Keyes: "Uhm… well… Fuck, you already saw the footage! We'd spent the entire day doing spectrography and material testing. Dimmy was handsy the entire time. We finished our work at like midnight, and neither of us are allowed into each other's dorm, so we went for it. You can't judge me! I know you and Lockhard got something going on!"

Dr. Walker: "Tell me how the Yellow Moonlight affected your intercourse."

B.Keyes: "…It didn't do anything special until I came… Look, do you really want me to tell you everything? Literally everything?"

Dr. Walker: "Yes. If you don't say anything to me, you'll be speaking with the head ecologists."

B.Keyes: "Forfuckssake… Alright. In the afterglow, with my eyes closed I kind of… felt him? I felt Dimitri's presence, and it was warm, far more than the room or his skin or anything! There was this aura of his assertive genius, and I felt like I was trapped in a web of him, like an actual sticky web. But only when I closed my eyes. And I loved it… There was something about feeling like… his… stupid co-researcher that flared when he touched me. I wanted more of it. To be… used."

Dr. Walker: "Continue. I need to hear everything."

B.Keyes: "Then, I opened my eyes… and I saw his looking back at me. And, it speared right through me and into my hips. His hunger for more was beamed right into me! …or something like that. I was… really… interested at that point. It felt like my heart was beating twice with every pulse when I was with him. Every touch of his skin spiked those feelings… Look, I'm telling you, the artifact was messing with my feelings and senses! I didn't even notice it when Mia got into the room with us. We just kept… going. It was like our collective horniness got combined, emphasized each time we went again."

Dr. Walker: "And what about now? How do you feel this morning?"

B.Keyes: "I mean, waking up felt good. Now, obviously, things feel a bit grayer. I also didn't really think of Mia like… that before. She just stocked for our bay, but now is… different… I guess."

Dr. Walker: "How about when you saw Dimitri again a few minutes ago? Did similar feelings arise compared to last night?"

B.Keyes: "Yes? Kind of? Maybe less so of the… web… thingy, but the same extra warmth was there. Kinda like lying in a warm bath, I guess? And, his heartbeat was really loud."

Dr. Walker: "His heartbeat?"

B.Keyes: "Yeah, when I went to hug him, it pulsed through me in a way."

Dr. Walker: "Interesting. That will be all."

End Log.

Closing Statement: The curious interaction between these three didn't technically end there. They were pioneers in allowing cohabitation for their little throuple. A first for any clones, for sure. Additionally, they were the first recorded instance—outside of anomalous incidents during emissions—of human-to-human bonding. As in, each was partially able to feel the ripples of the other in the psychosphere, 'feeling' the others' emotions, if in a limited, anecdotal way. Studies in this field have yet to receive proper material allocation from Administration.

%note: You, me, Shar, yellow artifact… soon? :point-right::point-left::puppy-eyes:%

Test Log 3: 'Artifact Interactions'

Subject: CS-005, psycho-generative artifact 'Stone Flower'

Overseer: Dr. Lance.

Procedure and Results: Object 'Stone Flower' is put into a secluded, protective room alongside an instance of CS-013, 'Bleeding Icicle,' displaying the highest grade of 'negative entropy' and 'energy-vacuum' properties. Twenty meters of concrete is placed between the walls and another room, in which several 'Peasant' class citizens are 'rage-baited' in a similar manner to test 1.

Initially, the Stone Flower is motionless, while the Bleeding Icicle is seen liquifying water vapor in the air with a light mist around it. The Peasants are successfully made enraged, causing a yellow glow in the former artifact. Freezing instances around the Bleeding Icicle are increased, alongside small pops. These are assumed to be energy-vacuum effects preventing plasma from forming due to the increased prevalence of negative entropy.

The intent-based radiation rises, continuing the aforementioned effects to larger extremes. Ice forms along the concrete, resulting in small fractures in the material. This cycle continues until the Peasants are at the height of their emotional capacity.

At this instant, the room explodes in a fraction of a second.

Other tests, theoretical applications, and thermal readings from within the same secluded wing of anomalous research have concluded on a confirmed reason and series of events:

1: The heightened intent-based radiation is delivered to the Bleeding Icicle, which reacts positively by using its entire allocation in one event.

2: In a singular moment, a vast majority of the room's air is brought to zero degrees Kelvin. The air forms into a perfect crystalline solid. Several billion instances of plasma are attempting to be formed under the massive redistribution of heat and order from a similar amount of negative entropy cases.

3: Within a Planck time, a heat and pressure differential between the room and the immediate area around it is created. The Bleeding Icicle then immediately loses its intent-based radiation and returns to normal functions. The forming plasma has yet to dissipate and cannot be unformed without the Bleeding Icicle's event effects.

4: The precarious balance between the superheated and absolute zero is disrupted by a singular molecule of ionized air sublimating another molecule of crystalline air. These cascade into every other molecule in the room, alongside the formed plasma, which causes a massive direct and latent transfer of energy that shocks the entire room, setting off the seen explosion.

Both artifacts are destroyed from their initial state, infused with pieces of concrete that were gathered at a later date, creating the first 'hybrid artifact,' known as the 'Ice Flower.'

Closing Statements: Thanks to this experiment, Security has their eyes on the anomalous studies' operation. They thought it was another emission event localized entirely in the ecologist's R&D wing and mobilized immediately. Getting them to put their guns down in the face of several ongoing anomalous studies around the area was more than a headache.

However, the test itself was a success, helping to bridge the effects of the psycho-generative artifacts and their physics-breaking siblings. I can only imagine what a properly balanced influx of intent-based radiation into a CS-013 object could achieve. Dr. Lance and Lockhard are already getting ahead of themselves in designing tests in actual absolute-zero conditions or an infinitely positive voltage gradient.

But, before that, further research into intent-based radiation itself is required. Not even Industry would use their Peasants as emotional batteries.

%note: fucking. same. actual absolute zero conditions would be awesome to fuck around with. anyway, after reading this, i already separated the artifacts around the warehouse according to another document's specifications if you're wondering where they are rn.%

Addendum: There isn't a lot to add here. Psycho-generative artifacts have carried our understanding of the psychosphere farther than any parallel research has. There are numerous other studies using these artifacts in conjunction with other containment subjects that have revealed far more practical uses of the non-corporeal world around us. Not to mention psycho-generative artifacts being one of the first truly experimented artifacts, paving the way for further studies of everything else we do not know.

It certainly spiked the interest of the other houses, skyrocketing the allocated materials for anomalous studies—much to Security's disappointment. Our tiny group of physicists, engineers, and material scientists may soon be the leading force of the Ecologists. I'm certainly happy not having to go artifact hunting myself anymore. Soul-sickness is no joke, and neither are tesla anomalies.

It's only up from here. R&D has some of the brightest minds humanity could ever conceive, and with Administration's approval, all the material to make things happen.

'Naturam nostram protegentes, futurum nostrum creantes.'

%note: interesting, huh? i think we can start piecing together the components of max's intent. lemme know when you're done reading this, the body-field artifact, and the radio-absorbant page.%

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