This core's awakener is currently linked.
This core has TWO command links and TEN feeder links.
This core has TWO blocks of linked territory and FOURTEEN subordinate units.
704 of 9,998 storage circuits are charged, and power draw is currently 0.48 glints per measure.
Heatless daylight spills into the glass-tiled prison through a crystalline ceiling, slanting with the Ebb. The covering stone slab is gone, and the square room housing the Origin Core is now a rectangle divided into two perfect cubes separated by a transparent wall with only a row of small circular openings at waist height.
The original room still houses the Origin Core itself, along with one Phallic Tentacle and a nude Meron'shae. Two dormant Empyreal Blossoms sit innocently in the corner.
The new room contains eleven bruised, naked young men, shackled by wrist and ankle to the walls with glassy restraints provided by the Origin Core's furnishing abilities, and a Yonic Tentacle for each of them, hard at work. Each young man groans and whimpers in strained pleasure as a slick fleshy throat milks his cock, pumping itself up and down each shaft with variously delicate strokes. Several of them are spent, barely staying hard as the Yonic Tentacles assigned to them struggle to arouse them, while a few others are still responding enough to be good for another orgasm.
Four men on the back wall, three on each of the side walls, and one more shackled to the dividing wall. Unlike the others, he is shackled facing the wall, his swollen erection sticking through one of the holes into the Core room. Unlike the others, he is very thoroughly gagged and blindfolded by a face-covering mask, glossy black on the outside, fleshy pink on the inside, with pink tendrils escaping the edges of the mask to loop around his neck. Because unlike the others, he is able to give commands to the Origin Core.