Focus... focus... fo... cus...

See the electrons...  Feel the electrons...  BE the electrons.

Awareness wavers slightly, but you press on toward the nearest electronic source that you can currently sense with your current awareness.

You attempt to forcefully apply your electrokinesis...

You feel... something...

The MRI sparks slightly.

And now, your gurney starts moving forward into the MRI...

"Oh, to poop with it!"

I attempt to direct an unnatural amount of power from the coil of the MRI into any part of it that looks like the computer processing parts.

Focus... focus... focus...

See the electrons...  Feel the electrons...  BE the electrons.

You reach out and grab the power.

You see it arc toward your beak nose.

It passes near to you, making your face numb.

You see it arc back toward the MRI.

ZAP!!!

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Awareness wavers, and returns slowly.

Your eyes and ears are open, as far as you know, but it is still pitch dark and silent...

"This is unsettling." I think to myself.

If I am still strapped down, I attempt to open the lock.

You can still feel the straps, but they no longer resist your movement...

I get up slowly and try to look around.

You stand up, and observe the silent darkness...

"Sheesh. Must not know my own strength." I feel my way, slowly, to a wall, and I attempt to follow it until I find a door.

OOC: Any particular direction?

I pick a random direction.

You start to feel around, and find your gurney.

Then you feel forward from the gurney, and feel the side of the MRI machine.

You now feel slightly less disoriented, given that you recently saw the layout of this area while it was illuminated...

I pick my way to the door as carefully as I can.

Given your previous journey from here, you are able to reconstruct the way to the door successfully...

I then try to pick my way through the corridor and back to R&D.

Last time you passed this way, you relied on your scriff senses to guide you as you encountered each fork in the road, rather than relying upon your eyes.

This comes in quite handy as you attempt to retrace your steps.

Feel...  feel... feel...

Sense... sense... sense...

Walk... walk... walk...

Other than your footsteps, and your hands brushing against the wall, and your heartbeat, all is quiet.

Zig... zag... zig... zag...

On the one hand, it seems to go on forever.  On the other hand, you have traveled this route before, so you can gauge your progress by various remembered zig-zag landmarks.

At last, you scriff sense points almost directly upwards...

At some point during my journey, I think to myself. "Dear me! Did I do all this? I must have seriously overloaded something. On the bright side, the drones are unlike to find me for a while. On the other hand, this is bound to attract attention eventually."

Upon reaching my stuff, I begin thinking about my next move.

I climb the shelves in a very slow and methodical manner. I try to be even more careful than usual. I use my Scriff sense to find the right crate.

I then find a safe resting place next to my crate and attempt to force open the lock electrokinetically.
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It takes some time, and a few heart-stopping moments climbing from shelf to shelf in the darkness, but you finally ascend to your crate once again.

Focus... focus... focus...

See...?  the electrons...  Feel...?  the electrons...  BE...? the electrons...

Alas, you can't see what you are aiming for.  You can physically feel the lock, but you do not feel any signs of life electronically...

"Oh, right. I EMPed it. I should be able to power the motor myself though."

I try to move the electrons that are already in the mechanism in order to open it.

You cannot discern any change resulting from your attempts...

I scratch my head for second. Suddenly, an idea comes to me. "Wait a second." I attempt to open the lid.

The lid opens without resistance, in a similar fashion to the straps on your gurney...

I slap my forehead. "I am such an idiot!"

I try to find my jet boots and zero-point energy gloves.

There is a lot of stuff in the crate, and it is dark.  However, you have your scriff senses... so you eventually manage to track down and extract your stuff...

I put the gloves and boots on them on and attempt to activate my jet boots (at very low power).

The Good News: the zero-point energy field provided enough self-protection to preserve the gloves during the EMP.

The Bad News: they only partially protected the boots next to them.

Rocket-powered boots, activated with unstable circuitry...

At first, nothing happens... then all the rocket propellent goes up at once.

You see a burning crater below R&D... and the charred remains of a room full of machinery below.

Does a charred logo remind you of MetaDeep?

You no longer sense any scriff vectors besides your own.  It would seem that you managed to touch off a scriff-based chain reaction.

It is a good thing that your scriff perception is faster-than-light, because the chain reaction engulfs you as well.

At least you die knowing that by sacrificing your boots and your life, you have freed this world from MetaDeep as well...