"This data… the readings are all wrong. What's going on?"
Taal'ith's body had abandoned the more humanlike form. Instead, he was now a smooth black sphere speckled with golden circuits. From the sphere, several tentacles were spreading out.
He was in what looked like a cockpit, with several curved screens around him in all directions. The screens were showing several graphs, tables, and all kinds of data. Some were showing a few scenes, like live cameras.
There were several keyboard-like apparels below the screens, and all the tentacles were furiously typing in them, at a speed almost too fast to follow with the naked eye.
"The last ten reincarnators are stranded. But what happened? And where are all those other souls coming from? There shouldn't be that many!"
His voice had a pitch higher than at any other moment, and the smooth sphere sometimes showed signs of wavering and trembling.
"This has to go through. If the last batch doesn't reincarnate properly…"
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