[The feed clicks on to the library. Aizen is standing before one of the desks, a pile of books on various science subjects by one hand, a huge volume on elementary chemistry by the other. He straightens his glasses and clears his throat, getting in the teacher pose.

Then he breaks into song.]There's antimony, arsenic, aluminum, selenium ( Read more... )

[The PCD clicks with a random fizz, possibly as sloshing ice gets to the last of its functioning circuits. Which is a good thing really, since it's halfway buried in snow and the blurry feed comes up right on time ( Read more... )