Instantly, a scream of pure information tore through his mind. It wasn't sound, but a cascade of images, numbers, and emotions. He saw troop movements, encoded blueprints, and the dying memories of soldiers recorded on the battlefield. It was a deluge of raw, unedited reality.
"He's taking on too much!" a technician shouted in the background. "Pull him out!" "No!" Vaelen commanded. "Let him finish!" The Conduit
Silas set down his soldering iron and finally looked at the commander. Vaelen’s face was a map of scars and cybernetic implants, his eyes glowing a faint, menacing crimson. "Bleeding data is dangerous, Commander. You know what happens to Conduits who take on too much corruption. Their brains fry, or worse, they become part of the machine." Instantly, a scream of pure information tore through