Auxiliary notes ::

That visual confirmation is to be adored.
Mostly we see it in their eyes as they glaze over. Or the drool starting to leak from their lips.
Their posture slumps.
Theirs heads slip to one side.
But on this one? That visor corruption, that expression slowly being consumed by it. By our spirals. Becoming a part of our systems.
Assimilated so perfectly into the Hive. Until there is nothing but the Hive.
That is bliss.

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