Instead of trying to use the keyboard, which had been scorched by arking wires, Rubar plunged his  right hand into the mass of cables. Electricity began flowing up his arm, bright whitish-blue threads of energy coiling around his body. As he stood there, the discharge began to take on a greenish tint, then yellow: Rubar's own bioelectrical current mixing with the console. Random characters flashed across the screen as he interfaced with the computer. Suddenly, the motion on the screen stilled and Rubar was in the system. Immediately, he called up a directory of the prisoners...of which there were about 27.<br/>"I was right...", Rubar mumbled, "There aren't as many prisoners as usua...wait a minute..." The list of prisoners stopped scrolling and one name in particular highlighted, a Wyats D. Maater. "Wyats...the Proffesiurs's son? What's he doing here?" Rubar pulled up his roster and searched around a bit until he found the answer...and he wasn't to thrilled. Wyats had been a scientist in research and developement...at the first VorTech institute...