# artificial vent gibbons as used by elf-styled 'big scientists' for near-future hypercorporate system wide pranking andor wrenching such gibbons feature wild physical properties and actively induce extreme levels of frustration and exasperation in suit wearing corporate drones working for under large weirdevil organizations forced to (attempt to) remove said synthetic gibbons from ir systems such creatures feature highly durable inner star metallic skeletons and near sentient auto computational hyperplastic composites the tensile elastic strength of carbon picatubes each coated with a thick lab grown layer of modified 'horrible rubber' sampled from bsz hypercorporation bass entity bioman fellow researcher henry swanson interviewed for a recent underground campus issue of '#file under random' ezine says getting a sample of that vile rubbery gloop is a challenging job lozenge in itself while such rubber feels highly mutable and disturbingly sticky the dense outer fur covering the rubber is comprised of billions of ultra fine micropore white superconducting fibres which vent gibbons exude at a controlled rate such flaky greasy electrostatic nanomachine fibres drift with strong brownian ambience throughout infected systems entering and clinging to delicate microelectronics these then grow and bifurcate at considerable rate causing multiple 'tin whisker' style neuro-epistemological short circuits trying to catch such freakishly agile gibbons let alone holding on to one is well nigh impossible as they're armed with inward closing hook fingers claws instead of fingernails and long forelimbs with freely rotating shoulder and highly bendable wrist joints they also feature exposed impossibly stinking junk the colour of platinum mink such gibbons can enter the narrowest of crawl spaces swinging and sticking from surface to surface at high speeds with sudden unpredictable sharply angled leaps of up to 135 feet they can also walk bipedally with ir arms raised for balance while carrying twin hypertanium ceramic electrosonic razors screaming 'ooh ooh ooh we wouldn't wanna be like you' at ear bleed level to consider gibbon venting the delicate near-future /post-cyberpunk art of releasing such creatures into corporate vents also known as 'brazil ducts' without getting horribly stuck in the same vent before said gibbon fully activates // republic of bob