"MAIN SCREEN, TURN ON!"

The interior of the cabin folded in on itself in a technicolor blur 
Shapes appeared and merged around the object labeled "Semi-organic."
It appeared to be an ammunition box, ornately decorated with gold.
Machines whirred to life throughout the ship, as I began salvage 
procedures.



Mr Swarm disintegrates into a thousands of miniatures, climbing in 
and out of every crevice of the box.