A flash of realization bursts across the surface of Simmons' mind, not so much new data as something she'd been very carefully, if not entirely consciously, not thinking about. Regardless of the intended purpose of the implants, as torture devices they would be virtually unparallelled.

The magnification of recursive feedback alone would be astronomical...

She shakes her head sharply, hitching an unsteady breath. "Well, there's an apalling thought. Let's hope they do open the door before we need to find out just how creative they might be."