"So, it's time for you to see what I do for Lincoln? Well, I'm not sure you're qualified to see what I do." A purplish colored neuron wearing what can loosely be described as casual attire states
This neuron walks forward, heading toward the cerebrum. The other neurons take notice and begin to fear for their continued existence.
"Don't mind them. They're just afraid of me because of what I do. What do I do? Well, let's just say I'm a programmer."
The neuron makes it to the cerebrum's entrance, the sinisterostrocerebral entrance to be concise. Us mere mortals just use the shorthanded, non-scientific term. We collectively know it as the frontal lobe.
A peculiar voice echoes off of the meningeal fluid.
"Security clearance needed to pass through the dura mater barrier. Provide password relating to frontal lobe entrance."
"Dekaennea ogdonta epta."
"Correct. Dura mater barrier primed for neural absorption."
"Come on, let's go!" The neuron advises, as you go along for the ride and feel your neural form melting through the dura mater barrier. You can feel the meningeal fluid surround you. Slowly slinking away from the canyonlike labyrinth of gyri and sulci, both of you make it to the second meningeal barrier, the arachnoid mater.
"Security clearance needed to pass the arachnoid mater barrier. Prepare for neural discharge test.
The strange neuron morphs its cytoplasmic-esque dendritic arm into a sort of semisolid lighting rod. She inserts it into the fleshy, tuna-like structure and emits an arcing discharge of electricity.
"Energy received, draining the meningeal blood lake to grant access to the deepest regions of the brain…"
The security sensor neurons notice a non-neuron and stop draining the blood lake.
"Hold it, nonron! You there, next to the purple one, stand there and prepare to be terminated!"
"Stop! I'm showing him how things work around here!"
"Oh yeah? How do we know they're not a pathogen?!"
"Because the brain hasn't been inflamed yet?"
"Fine. But you're just a nerdron, you can't tell us what to do!" The B cytokine taunts
"That's what you think. Just let us pass and there'll be no trouble."
"Fuck you, nilron! Kill them!" The T cytokine yells
"Alright, you asked for it."
The purple neuron morphs her left hand into a shield and her right hand into a phone.
"Yeah, patch me through to Tracheal Lymph Node 144!"
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"Yes, general? It's me. Some of your cytokines have gone rouge and are trying to kill us."
The T cytokine gets a call.
"Yes? I'm kind of in the middle of killing a rebel neuron so that our creator can make more newrons."
Furious barking is heard on the other end.
"Yes, general. But she has an unauthorized…I see. Yes, let them pass…oh."
The T talks to the B.
"Uh, that was the lymphocyte commander of TLN144. He's sending NKC's after us for treason because we tried to kill one of the creator's top neurons."
"Run for our pathetic lives?"
"You know it!"
Both cytokines leave as the TLN144 NKC's try to eradicate them for their betrayal to the creator.
"Sorry about that. I didn't think that we'd get ambushed by malignant rogue lymph cells. But now that that's over and done with, let's proceed onwards to the center of the brain."
You point out the meningeal blood lake hasn't been fully drained.
"Hope you like swimming."
Both of them dive into the meningeal blood lake and sink through the arachnoid mater. The blood seamlessly drops off of them without them getting stained. Just one of the many benefits of a cytoplasmic covering. Yours ruptures but thankfully, you don't need it anymore. Both of you head toward the final barrier, the pia mater.
"Security clearance needed to pass through the pia mater barrier without potentially inflicting our creator with meningitis. First things first…a preliminary scan to terminate any bacterium or virus."
The scanner passes over both of you.
"Scan complete, no pathogens detected. Now, present your level 3 access card."
The purple neuron takes out a purple ID card and lets the scanner scan it.
"Aecor sex omis-aditus pecto deprerendi. Access granted, Encephalon."
"Encephalon? Is that your name?"
"No, that's just the computer calling me smart. Now, we're almost to our destination. So please, just hold on for a little while longer, ok?"
Both of you head into the prosencephalon.
"This is the prosencephalon, where command central is. Every action and reaction that the creator has is dictated here. Further down is the mesencephalon and the rhombencephalon, which are further subdivisions of all functions the creator takes."
Two more purple neurons emerge from the other sections of the encephaloneural junction. One of them is in a sharp dressed suit and the other is dressed like a member of the British parliament.
"Ah, these are the companies of myself. You can call them "E" and "S", while I am "I.""
"Are those your names?"
"No, just aliases."
Either way, its time for another day of controlling our creator.
You snark at them to see if the NSL incident was caused by them.
"NSL, what is that? I don't know anything about that but there are certain protocols in place so that we all can protect him. Its time for him to wake up."
"Alpha cosine wave generator, activate."
The machine activates and begins to produce alpha waves to counteract the REM delta sine waves to wake Lincoln up.
"E, get to the mesencephalon and open up the cortisol channels by 5%."
She does so, Lincoln is now fully awake.
"As a part of this story, you're supposed to shadow me for a day and see how we help Lincoln during a typical day in the Loud house."
You ask "What story?"
"The story that's being recalled just now. Do you really think I wouldn't notice?"
You don't say anything in response.
"I thought so. Now let's get this day over with."