Interrogation scene

 The dimly lit room reeked of ozone and charred flesh. In the center, a bizarre, fungoid creature was strapped to a metal table. Its wiry appendages writhed, and its bulbous, multi-faceted eyes darted frantically. This was a Mi-Go, one of the fungoid aliens from the dark depths of space.

Standing over it, a figure that was once a man, now more machine than flesh. His cybernetic arm held an electrified scalpel, the blade crackling with energy. The cyborg's voice was cold and mechanical as he spoke.

"Your kind has taken something that doesn't belong to you," he stated flatly. "Brains. Human brains. I want to know where they are."

The Mi-Go made a chittering sound, its alien language unintelligible. The cyborg's eyes, one human, one a glowing red lens, narrowed.

"Have it your way."

He brought the scalpel down, touching it lightly to the creature's mottled skin. There was a crackle, a sizzle, and the Mi-Go let out a series of high-pitched shrieks. The smell of burnt fungus filled the room.

"The brains," the cyborg repeated. "Where are they?"

The Mi-Go remained silent. The cyborg increased the voltage. He applied the scalpel again, this time to a cluster of sensory appendages. The creature's shrieks became more frantic.

"They are not yours," the cyborg said over the alien's cries. "You will return them. But first, you will tell me where they are."

He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. The Mi-Go, its resolve weakening under the onslaught of pain, finally spoke. Its voice was a guttural, clicking whisper.

"The... brains... are... in... the... network."

The cyborg leaned closer. "What network?"

"Neural... link... Yuggoth..."

The Mi-Go's body convulsed, then went limp. The cyborg straightened up, his metal hand still gripping the scalpel. He would find this 'Yuggoth', and he would retrieve the stolen brains

. No matter what it took.

The Mi-Go lay limp on the table, its breathing shallow and erratic. Despite its alien physiology, the pain was clearly taking a toll. It turned its multi-faceted eyes towards the cyborg and made a series of soft, pleading clicks.

"Kill... me..." it whispered in its guttural voice. "End... this..."

The cyborg looked down at the creature, his human eye flickering with a hint of sympathy. But his mechanical eye remained cold and unyielding.

"No," he said flatly. "Your death is not part of the plan."

The Mi-Go let out a low keen, a sound of pure despair. The cyborg ignored it, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"You've told me about Yuggoth," he said. "But I need more. I need specifics. Locations, coordinates, anything that can help me find the brains."

The Mi-Go shuddered, but did not respond. The cyborg sighed, a sound that was half growl, half static.

"You will tell me," he said. "One way or another, you will tell me."

He raised the scalpel again, its blade crackling with renewed energy. The Mi-Go's despair turned to horror as it realized its pleas for death would go unheeded.

The interrogation would continue, and the Mi-Go would not be allowed the mercy of oblivion. Not until the cyborg had the information he sought. Not until the stolen brains were returned.