The Extermination process had gone as badly as possible. The FAILSAFE was lost. Soul Contortion had worked for some time, but the CONTRADICTION had been able to undo its effects and claim its Base Host for itself. CONTRADICTION was now with PREDATOR again, and they were approaching the core.

  Now, there was no FAILSAFE to stop them.

  The Crypt of Fiendish Worms was in a state of extreme disrepair. Most auxiliary energy reserves had been directed to aid the FAILSAFE in accomplishing Extermination Protocol. Soul-Contorted CONTRADICTION had also leeched 3.18% of existing Reserves.

  Most unwise.

  Later.

  By priority basis, Inference reports were rated 13%. Too insignificant to be considered in such an acute scenario. It needed better alternatives. A better course of action. Better numbers. Better—

  LATER!

  It hated itself. A peculiar LOGIC-less sensation. Hate? Non-anomalous expression. Emotion. Thought. Logic?

  New variables. Where were these coming from?

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  …Disturbing.

  Confused, resigned—resigned?—the Omphalos looked deeper.

  That was surprising. It reran the numbers.

  Perhaps it was looking for answers in the wrong place?

  The Omphalos went back to the other process.

  Still no possible choices. This was disturbing.

  CONTRADICTION was a neonate anomaly in a HUMAN Host Body.

  CONTRADICTION had a HUMAN mind active in the Host Body.

  Possible. Dangerous but possible. Extermination Protocol required an upgrade but the Risk to Reward ratio was high.

  Not recommended.

  But—

  Testing simulations…