...“We are permitted by our craft only to touch pyuter species. Besides, battle is dangerous.”
Dwllis knew then what he had half guessed before, that the man at his side was one of the pyutonic undertakers, an awful man of mud, cold, dismemberment and electronic decay. No wonder he considered this place his realm; it was conceptually separate from the city, thick with dread, technologically putrified. Dwllis was afraid, now, for he realised that here he dealt with something massive and unforgiving: rituals of the electric departed.
He asked the druid, “Do you believe it is these rituals that have disturbed the object?”