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Hiroshi and I stood outside the Faraday cage, each of us double-checking the equipment setup. The disassembly device was strapped securely to a jig, suspended from a long mechanical arm. Johnson had rigged a counterbalance system, allowing us to manually guide the device into position from a safe distance.

"Alright, Hiroshi, let's go through the checklist one more time before we proceed," I said, my eyes scanning the tablet in my hands.

Hiroshi nodded, his own tablet at the ready. "First up, disassembly device secure and calibrated?"

"Check," I confirmed, glancing at the device.

"Counterbalance system operational?"

"Check."

"Manual override controls tested?"

"Check."

"Faraday cage integrity?"

"Check. All systems are go."

Hiroshi looked at me, his eyes meeting mine. "You realize once we do this, there's no turning back, right?"

I paused, feeling the weight of his words. "I know. But it's a step we have to take. We need to understand these things, Hiroshi, before they understand us."

He nodded, his expression solemn. "Alright then. Let's do this."

I took a deep breath and activated the Faraday cage's internal systems. "Faraday cage is live. We're good to proceed."

Hiroshi moved to the manual control panel, his fingers hovering over the buttons. "Initiating manual guidance for the disassembly device."

With a low hum, the mechanical arm began to move, the counterbalance system ensuring smooth, controlled motion. Hiroshi guided the disassembly device toward the CCU, his eyes locked onto the monitor displaying the live feed from inside the cage.

"Easy does it," I whispered, my eyes also fixed on the screen.

The disassembly device inched closer to the CCU, finally hovering just inches away. Hiroshi looked at me, awaiting my confirmation.

"Lock it down," I said, my voice steady but tinged with anticipation.

Hiroshi pressed a button, and the mechanical arm froze, locking the disassembly device in place near the CCU. We both held our breath, waiting for any sign of activity from the CCU.

For a moment, nothing happened. Hiroshi and I stared at the monitor connected to the CCU's display adapter, waiting for some kind of sign. No text, no symbols—just the same static interface we'd been observing.

"Any changes on your end?" Hiroshi asked, his eyes still fixed on the monitor.

I shook my head. "Nothing. The disassembly device is in place, but there's no visible response from the CCU."

We both stood in silence, contemplating our next move. Then Hiroshi's eyes widened. "Wait, look at this," he said, pointing to a subtle fluctuation in the electromagnetic field readings on his laptop.

I leaned in closer, scrutinizing the numbers. "You're right. There's a slight variance. It's almost as if the CCU is...acknowledging the device."

Hiroshi looked at me, his expression a mix of excitement and caution. "So, what's our next move?"

I considered our options carefully. "We proceed with the information feed. But not electronically. We'll use the same method the CCU has shown it understands: printed paper."

Hiroshi nodded, his fingers leaving the keyboard and reaching for a stack of papers beside him. "I've prepared some basic geometric shapes and patterns. Ready to feed it in?"

I took a deep breath. "Do it. But keep an eye on those readings. Any significant change, and we abort immediately."

Hiroshi carefully fed the first sheet of paper into the disassembly device. We both held our breath as the machine whirred, pulling the paper in.

As the paper disappeared into the device, I felt a sense of trepidation mixed with anticipation. We were stepping into uncharted territory, and the weight of that realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. We were either about to unlock a treasure trove of information or open Pandora's box. Only time would tell which.