Inside a large laboratory akin to a slaughterhouse.
Every so often, [meatballs] hanging on iron hooks are delivered here, all of these poor fellows tried to break into Hyperion Corporation.
It seems they were also selectively brought in for feeding, all uninfected to a severe degree, with a flesh to metal ratio above 8:2.
Their appetite is astonishing.
The strains here are capable of consuming an entire [meatball] every ten minutes.
[First Kind], the flesh-related strains, after years of cultivation, have completely spiraled out of control, growing continuously in stacked minced meat formations, turning the culture room into a "meat chamber".
"They're very aggressive, I bet the moment I open the door to the culture room, it will want to eat me.
But the real difficulty lies not with the aggressiveness of the strains.
