Reading "All That Shit" by You

Seran massaged the bridge of his nose, extending his fingers to either side to rub his eyes afterwards. It wasn’t like him to get headaches, but even his patience for tedious activities was being tested as of late. When he had decided to finally categorize and digitize his work, along with everything he had obtained from Theocelese when the Alliance had originally taken up residence in Las Noches, he hadn’t realized what the would entail. While most of his own notes had been fairly easy for Monitor to process on its own, what had been salvaged from Szayelaporro Granz’s secret storage, was largely useless or unintelligible. It seemed great minds did not, in fact, think alike.

Seran was astounded by just how much of the espada’s documents were dedicated to petty self aggrandizement, or focused on monitoring and spying on the other arrancar. He was obviously paranoid, consumed with the idea that his allies were jealous and plotting against him. But most of those listed within were dead and gone now, nothing more than meaningless ghosts clogging the data of a dead man. The mod soul tossed another set of pages into the “useless” pile, some drivel about Granz attempting to manipulate a Rudbornn Chelute into his service. A number of monitor jigokucho scattered as the papers landed, before returning down to the pile, their compound eyes scanning through the papers and transmitting directly to monitor’s main body, safely hidden away in the Seran’s lab where only he could reach it.

This is such a hassle. There must be a faster way.