The next disaster site was at first glance hardly one as far as Pylo could really identify.

Compared to the unfathomable wreckage and vandalism that had been drug like a scar through a long sweep of the previous alleys and habitat segment this seemed practically tamed.

Honestly Pylo’s own living quarters were in more disarray then this place.

But the minister and whatever the weird urban box set was seemed even more upset and panicked over it then the actual reasonable damage done beforehand.

“This is where the vulgarity peaked to such levels that the community suffered a total collapse!”

Pylo did not really see it.

People were lounging about, drifting in clouds and listlessly splayed along bulkheads venting waste gases so thick you could see the clouds crystallization and venting all over.

Honestly it looked more like everyone was due for a nice rest and not particularly amiss as far as she could see. This was apparently where the trail went cold for her errant passengers. Since the data traffic of the local area utterly overloaded with ‘noise’ that no one could untangle all the damage done to the infosphere.

Pylo was a bit lost on to why precisely utterly seizing up and crashing the infosphere was so bad. But considering how much difficulty and confusion she could taste amidst some of the less exhausted individuals floating around she guessed it had messed with their translation system?

Maybe something else.

She had apparently also acquired another tailing guide from the ministry as the boxy probably, urban descended ▙◀ had folded up or swapped out several of their boxy components to something more mobile and compact.

“Pylo, I must admit that my powers of deduction begin to fail here, the sheer damage done to the underlying infosphere here leaves all the usual signs of their passing lost. It is also where the physical evidence peters out and is hopelessly swamped by competing signals”

She buzzed over the resonance between those around, then let a few quick shoves and pulls send her drifting to a clump of promising candidates.

A quick overview of the huddled and groggy individuals suggested they probably could communicate with her. And she was familiar with their species and its idiosyncrasies.

“Why haven’t you just asked anyone?” she gave it a bit of a sarcastic upsweep in the signal for her two ministry representatives. Then shifted focus to gently kneading a conversation into place with the recuperating clump.

Then again just judging from the state of these ‘survivors’ she supposed it made sense no one would actually have the means to interrogate any of them.

“Hello! I am here to know if you have seen a group of crazy bumbling idiots in a bob of packaging with some waggling legs?”

One of the semi conscious individuals rolled an eye across its gummy surface to fix on Pylo before feebly reaching and failing to actually coherently transmit anything.

But that was enough for pylo.

“Oh hey! Pretty lady! Ueeeh! Yeah I see them, see them gooood... they... um... they were seeing we were working so... so hard... so... then they... they... wueeeh! They turned up our feeders! It was so goood, we got to dance sooo much... post post post post post whehe that was nice... zmbgfzzz”

And then the brain kind of exhausted itself and several conscious processes were taken over by sub processor maintenance. Poor dear seemed to have spazzed herself half to death.

Pylo moved to another one, barely in any better a state as the last. Not even able to actually manage to turn towards her though she sort of caught the intent to try, to help save the poor tuckered out little thing from straining Pylo moved her ‘face’ into view and began squeezing and juicing the conversation along.

“You saw these three in a wrapped bubble yes? Did you see which way they went?”

“Ueeeh! Yesyesyesyesyes! Saw friends sharing jubilations go forth vownordible bibbles? Zurh..uheee”

That one didn't have as much energy left and almost immediately shut themselves down into a deep torpor after Pylo stopped activating their communicative apparatus manually.

She turned back to her two hangers on. Rumbling a bit.

“What precisely happened her that was so wrong? Everyone here just seems happy and worn out...”

▙◀ spoke up first.

“This is a serf stack district, clerical processing stacks and information maintenance and correspondence. They are as per their familial contracts supposed to be dosed gradually with proper nutrient, reward and reproductive stimulation on set rotating and staggered schedules. The finances of almost the entirety of Petalweft Salts.”

Pylo looked around at the drifting clouds of people up and down the hallway. Honestly Pylo could only call them happily burbling and utterly spent, It reminded her a bit of what some trade festivals looked like when she arrived with something really valuable for the locals.

“So?”

The little coral tender assistant chirped up shrilly in the local band.

“The entire district has been seized to a halt! Every single office and serf in this district had their entire reproductive, reward, nutrient and stimulant store dumped into them at once! Across the entire district! That set off a massive burst of activity and scrambled records and ruined the entire workload of the entirety of the requisition ledgers in Petalweft salts! We are going to have to roll back everything from offsite archives and lose all recent transaction history! On top of recuperating and retraining our entire clerical serf district because all of them are going to require maternal leave while they spawn! Never mind the inefficiencies while we find placements for all of the children!”

Pylo tilted her head.

“And that’s a bad thing? More clerks later and everyone had a good time, hardly a disaster as bad as you seem to be making it out to be. Anyway I think I can probably follow my passengers, these nice but very tired ladies saw them going this way. I’m sure they didn't go far”

Honestly these locals? Having kids and a good time being considered grounds for a bioweapon attack?!

These idiots in the outskirts had no idea what they were talking about if they thought what honestly looked like a pretty excellent party had been a disaster.

So what if their entire infosphere apparently had to be rebuilt from scratch?

It was just information, She was sure that would not take long.

Although apparently ▙◀ and it’s flighty little counterpart disagreed as one oozed silent judgement while the other sputtered on the com channels.

She just sighed, a Siren could talk to anything, but that did not mean she knew why they thought what they did.