Though it never achieved some of the mainstream fascination as other unreleased strains, the kineticontouri did prove notable due to its role as one of the "jammed" strangers whose data was not lost solely due to the flood
, but was also damaged by zealous, post-future hijackers in an attempt to break free of the so-called dogmatic dependence upon on an era that did not incur such a cataclysm
without reason. Despite the volume of material that has been created about the seizure-induring pirate "death debug" signal sent out in the kineticontouri's name, however, details about the strain itself remain sparse. The few remaining collections of primary documents consist of a smattering of images: the kineticontouri's whirling dance, its child-like and zyclomusical voice, and, if the remaining few sentences can be assumed to be unaltered, an ebullient and drastic flourish in the hours immediately before the flood
Tragically, its effect is known only through these historical allusions; though allegedly vivid and unique, no concrete data remains.
Of more modern note, the kineticontouri's role as a low-level enemy in a certain well-known online game has also earned it some level of notoriety, with players and enthusiasts referring to the strain as "kineticrud"; a half-insult, half-endearment whose memetic popularity owes itself to, but far exceeds the strain's jammed notability. Such sentiment can be attested to in the keychains and t-shirts sold on the streets near Rey Crud's apartment and grave, which see renewed traffic and flowerfall with each anniversary of the assassination (and, by proxy, the game's release), the kineticontouri's "interest numbers" only growing in turn.
total killed in flood
By this point, the subject has been made delirious by the tainted cocktail. Yet, with proper coaxing, some level of verbal coherence can be achieved.
I know that everyone thinks there's some secret behind it all...like, what we were doing to make them, and...why they kept coming...because once the "real" ones started showing up, the amount that we could get away with... a long, drawling laugh.
the subject loses consciousness, but is eventually made "sober" again.
But after all this time, I don't know why it happened to us...at least for me, I was kind of just making it all up...
the subject begins to slur their words.