<< BACK TO RS001 LOG "MAIN SCREEN, TURN ON!" The front of the cockpit folded in on itself in a technicolor blur around the small radar display. Shapes appeared, coming into focus and merging around the object labeled "Semi-organic." It was about the size of an ammunition box and beset with strange onyx orbs nestled in loops of gold filigree, all reflecting the millions of flecks of alien constellations. Machines whirred to life throughout the ship as I began salvage procedures. Cranium was halfway to the cargo hold before I could be sure the airlock was resealed properly. Hex and I arrived just in time to watch Mr Swarm disintegrate into an thousands of miniatures of himself, climbing in and out of every crevice of the box. The cargo-scanner showing no dangers on any of it's graphs, only a tiny labyrinth of shades of gray. "Looks like ancient aliens left us some Swiss cheese, doesn't it?" Cranium chuckled to himself, "fancy wrapper, must be expensive." Hex rolled her eyes. "It appears to be bio-mechanical" Mr Swarms chorused, "some sort of neural networked computer, maybe? I didn't recognize any of the crystalline structures, but the biology is..." A cacophony filled the hull with a deep throbbing vibration as Mr Swarm congealed into a form a quarter of his original size. "Turbulence! Turbulence!" blared over the ships loudspeaker. "I'm not sure what I did, but it doesn't seem to have liked it!" a nearly full-sized Mr Swarm shouted over the din, tiny echoes trailing behind him. "I'm sensing a strange aura - something old - something changing like the sea" Hex said dreamily. We turned to look back at the strange box, the noise slowly died away as we all stood in a semicircle gawping in awe as it finished melting through the floor, leaving at an iridescent black sheen.