Even with his body heavily injured and his head still trampled underfoot, the Priest glared defiantly at the Neural Key before him.
The more steadfast the Priest's gaze, the more intense the fury within Neural Key grew. He'd never encountered a problem money couldn't solve—never in the past, nor would he in the future!
The fingers of Neural Key's right hand swiftly transformed into a drill, burrowing viciously into the Priest's left eye socket. Despite the splatter of flesh and blood, the Priest's gaze never wavered.
"Good, very good. You say you absolutely refuse to let capital warp your soul? Then I shall indeed put that to the test," said the Neural Key.
With a single outstretched hand, Neural Key caused three humming data cables to shoot out from his forearm and stab cruelly into the Priest's forehead, violently searching through his memories.
