Bishop frowned. Organic abnormalties... Not a good sign, considering that they were all organic in nature. That damn sound file had somehow mentally unhinged Jim, how he didn't have a clue, but he was certain that this was very bad news.
"Shut up Mesk, you're not helping. This is bad news, but also useful information to a point. That sound file he listened to must have somehow brainwashed him. I can't fix him, I'm a techie, not a fleshtech."
Standing up and shaking his head, he suddenly walked over to the nearby wall and slammed his fist on it in frustration.
"Fuck! This job just got a whole lot harder and more dangerous. Whatever did this to him affects organic brain matter, and seeing that we all use it, we could literally be losing our minds soon. Goddammit, if that sound file or something like it should play over the speaker system in the base, we are all fucked. We might not even have to hear it, it could be played on a subsonic level that we can't pick up."
Bishop looked up at the ceiling silently for a moment, worried and unsure, before speaking again.
"We could be listening to it right now and not even know it. We might already be losing our minds and not even realise it until the effects show."
Sighing heavily and putting his hand across his faceplate, Bishop was silent before talking again, dialing in Steve.
"Computer... Do you think you could find a way to reverse the effects, or find someone who could do so? Also, judging on when he last sent you that sound file, what is the rate of mental breakdown? How long do you think Jim has before he completely looses it and tries to kill us and if we are listening to a subsonic version of that sound file, how long do you think we have if it has reduced effects due to our suits and possible outside variables?"