The form smiled. The cold, calculating nature seemed to fade as it became brighter. La'Row had cleanly passed the test of wisdom and philosophy, and provided a promising future to the Advisor.
"We shall, then, see to it that the interface is prepared by the time of your departure. When you access it, you will guide the growth of the flesh, and mayhap that shall solve the troubles of your engine. Keep in mind, when the flesh forms the intake of energy that we possess in our own flesh, and can feed off the lights and clouds and energies of the vast oceans, it will be the time in which you will be grafted to it, and will become one with it. Until then, you will freely connect and disconnect from the flesh. Use this time wisely, improve upon your shell with what time you have, for it will grow as it feeds on energy, and while you may influence it's growth, you cannot stop it."
Very faint apparitions appeared alongside the Advisor for mere fractions of a second as Sh'ozak relayed the progressions to other Advisors and to the Dreamers.
"Listen well, for soon you shall find yourself among bright company: Faith alone is truly not a concept on which one can rely. We did not expect an Infiltrator to posses such wisdom, yet here we are, our expectations subverted. Yet, in that manner, be sure to know that those with faith can be relied on at all times, for faith drives all to the culmination of their ability. In this divine scheme, when you have faith, you can rely on yourself."
The form's light began to recede, and the form itself slowly turned to mist that quickly raced along the hallway and out of sight. Sh'ozak had affirmed it's plans here, and had others which required it's attention. It did make note to itself, though, to look more closely into Infiltrators. Perhaps great wisdoms lie within others among them. As the smiling Advisor faded from view, it left parting words.
"We have enjoyed this encounter. May your shell shine brightly as a grand jewel in our oceans, and may your many victories be accounted in the Halls of Dreamers for all time."
As the advisor faded fully, the crew in the station began making their way towards the Charente in order to prepare the interface.
