BIZURAI -- The Last Empress

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"Your wiring seems to climb up your spine and connect directly to your brain. I can splice in at the base of your skull. It is likely there will be some discomfort though."

"There is no other way?"

"Not unless you know of one."

Murata frowned. He didn't like the thought of the foreigner's wiring in his body, but he had to know what was on the unit that would bring the Emperor's men down to slaughter defenseless monks and shrine maidens. The very idea of it was senseless and maddening. He owed it to the old monk, if nothing else, to understand why he and his had to die for Murata's sins. "Do it," purpose filled his voice.

The strange woman-warrior sat, between him and the slaughtered miko extending an arm toward each of them. Thin, black wires, fluidly flowed from the tips of her fingers and crawled up his shoulder around to the back of his neck. An involuntary shiver ran down his spine. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes, to calm himself. There was a grouping of small pricks and an unnatural feeling of something worming its way under his skin as the armor entered his body. A recognizable feeling of connection to the Miko Net washed over him, but his virtual vision remained blank. Then a cold, dark, polyhedral form the color of brushed steel towered over him menacingly, a glowing sphere fazed in beside him, and a voice spoke.

"We are inside the the miko maiden now, on the outskirts of her memory core. It was protected from the attack. She obviously cannot offer it up to us herself, but I can access it using the armor's programming engines."

There was a blur, and an undeniable force pulled him through the outer edge of the miko's memory core. Soft, glittering geodesic shapes of varying sizes, shapes and colors surrounded them. The voice spoke again. "There is a history of sites you visited, several small files that search engines brought back, and one mammoth file that is taking up quite a bit of her memory. It looks like it was so big that some of it had to be stored in virtual memory. You can see there where it fades as it tries to merge with the walls of the memory core. Shared information remnants. That portion was destroyed of course, but it looks as if the file itself is still readable. If you are ready, I will activate the file and channel it to you directly."

"Yes."

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