Corvin didn't even have time to ask what that meant.
The pain hit him instantly. It felt like severe, catastrophic heartburn, followed immediately by the horrifying realization that the heartburn had fingers.
"G-GAAAHK!" Corvin choked, collapsing forward onto the glass console.
His white silk suit suddenly bulged at the center of his chest. The fabric tore with a sickening ripping sound. But it wasn't blood and bone that pushed its way out of his sternum. It was pure, violently glitching green code.
Sebastian forcefully utilized his compressed state, pushing his physical rendering partially out of Corvin's biological framework. A large, masculine hand, completely covered in jagged green and black static, physically tore its way out of the administrator's chest.
Corvin sobbed in pure, unadulterated horror, his body paralyzed by the sheer invasive trauma, as the static-filled hand reached down and violently grabbed the glowing hardware of the console.
