Now if he moved te edges of the extrapilated copper wire just .2 more centimeters that his machine would be perfect. A mixture of a certifiable genius and metal junk that resulted in the perfect vital information extraction device. In ther words...

Mayuri looked up from his panel of buttons, each one designed to excreet one of hundreds of combinations of gases, liquids, or soul modifying drugs that werenot yet catagorized in the system since only just had they been made and required some more... physical test subjects to discover its potency. He tapped the microphone that linked his voice to that of the chamber of his latest 'subject' and twitched his head while he examined the height and width of him to calculate it in to the different components of drugs that might be released into the chamber.

"You should have been honest in the Captain's meeting the other day. The Captain Commander has no issue giving me privilages to extract information from captured enemies, though I must say I have never had a chance to do research of this caliber on an Espada before. I was unaware that one might be weak enough to be captured and examined."

Grimmjow scoffed and shifted in his shackles, looking from one arm to the other at the wires that held him in place. He'd touched it earliar when they were installing him into it and found it had quite the... obnoxious ability to eat corrosively through his already toughened skin. Damn that mathmatical genius. Szayel lost to this man. What become of Grimmjow? "Fuck you."