Martin nodded as he felt the entire world around him pulsate. Energy rushed trough everything, the sky, the earth. He knew none of it was part of the material world. But that didn't make it any less real to him. The notion of what was 'real' and what wasn't was a silly idea. Realism is a trick question.

"We should be just about ready. Ready to return to controlling our meat-suits. But..." 
Martin held out his hands like he was conducting a concert. The nearby corpses started to bleed.
"If we stick around for just a little longer." 
The blood that poured out of every orifice collected like it was dripping upwards to a reversed gravity.
"We could learn so much here." Martin dramatically gestured as five crimson coils of blood stood up from drained corpses.
As they touched the cold flames they turned a pale glowing blue.

"To be like father" The whirling coils of fluorescent life surged towards martin and circled him as martin gestured for it to come closer. "I think we'd have to be."

"How do you feel?" The weird liquid turned to needles piercing into martin from every direction. In seconds all was gone, consumed by his image. "Aren't you ready to abandon your [b]last shred of humanity?[/b]" He said with a wicked grin and outstretched hand, in his open palm a sickly flame.