She stalked through the corridors, changing between the vents and the corridors let her move easier, and the only thing she had to dodge up in the vents were those pesky cleaning bots.
It was one of those bot-dodging moments when she stumbled upon the crew of armed guards.
They held weird objects the stolen memories identified as ‘flamethrowers’, though she wasn’t entirely sure why she wanted to call the guy with the flamethrower Hans.
Then she learned why the thing was called a flamethrower, the moment a stream of red, hot something was released right in her face.
And it hurt. She couldn’t retreat while her tentacles were being cooked, and she didn’t have the time to think. So she did the only completely unreasonable thing.
She jumped right into the face of the guy holding the flamethrower, and bit into it.
She clenched around the guy’s face, the armor too hard for her to pierce with human teeth, and the fire burning away at her.
He instinctively held the flamethrower at her once again, at which point Pione jumped away from his head, leaving him to burn his own face. The other man activated his flamethrower as well, trying to cook Pione while his friend aimed once again, his armor slightly melted.
Pione dodged the Pillars of flame by jumping in between the guys, and this time they deactivated the flames as they continued to aim at her, the residue flame flickering out.
In this decisive moment, Pione grappled a nearby vent with her tentacles, and threw herself upwards, disappearing and leaving the Soldiers shocked.
She ran around, sensing for something to eat that didn’t hurt and burn her, while she dedicated one of her brains to solving the Fire problem.
She felt like starving when she finally found something. In a locked room, a group of people she knew to be scientists, stood close together, and as she counted them, she burst down the airway and landed on one of them, grappling the others and pulling them towards her.
They screamed and sobbed, and somehow, she felt bad for them. One of her brains recognized them. As they all entered her stomach, she started to test around with the brains, collecting the parts responsible for important knowledge, and eating what she deemed to be useless information.
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As soon as she did this, the testing brain was destroyed, useless without the other parts. She ate it and chose to experiment with the next one. Surely, there must be a way to cut out useless memories and feelings, what use would a brain have if every memory was accompanied by emotions that weren’t hers?
She spend hours cutting and slicing before she realized that she might be able to use the thing accompanying her songs, as it seems to have some effect on humans, as long as they can hear her, and are not surprised enough that adrenalin shuts down their thoughts. So she sang a song full of love and hope to her brains.
“A wise one with multiple brains,
Yearned to fuse them with all their pains,
To organise their thoughts and be clear,
To share their love with those near and dear.
One brain for science, one for art,
Another for love, a kind heart,
With so much knowledge, so much to gain,
They longed for peace inside their brain.
They searched high and low, far and wide,
And then one day, they realised,
That love and care can do the trick,
And make them feel whole, piece by piece, bit by bit.
So they took their brains, one by one,
And with love fused them, till it was done,
Now they feel complete, all as one,
And their knowledge shines bright like the sun.
So if you have multiple brains too,
Remember this rhyme, it's meant for you,
Fuse them with love, and care with all your might,
And your knowledge will be a shining light.”
She sang, and different from other times she sung, she felt a power resonating inside her. The brains fused and linked, creating a complex network of neurons, and she was just letting the song cling out, as she had the urge to do more. To not just unify them, but to truly merge them into a greater whole.
“Deep within the brain so vast,
Lies knowledge from the distant past,
A jumble of thoughts, a tangled mess,
Waiting to be sorted, nothing less.
A creature wise and oh so bright,
Sought to organise with all their might,
To make sense of what they knew,
And create something bright and new.
They concentrated, they focused hard,
And slowly, bit by bit, they carded,
The strands of knowledge, like fine silk,
And turned them into something like milk.
Condensed and pure, with clarity,
The knowledge formed a crystal, so airy,
And the creature felt a sense of pride,
As they held the crystal deep inside.
The crystal shone, with a brilliant light,
And the creature knew, with all their might,
That knowledge is power, when it's clear,
And can be shared without any fear.
So remember this, dear one and all,
Organising knowledge can make you stand tall,
Condense and focus, with all your might,
And create something that shines so bright.”
And she felt her Power grasping onto all she learned from those people, their knowledge and emotions fused into a single, milky white crystal around the core she already had, her knowledge protecting her life force.
And as she finished fusing them, she gathered every information she now had about flame throwers, hoping to find a way that helped her avoid them.
Last time, she managed to injure the armor of one guy, which meant that she might be able to actually kill one. The new Information heavily relied on sight, which meant that she might have to get a set of eyes sooner or later, if she wanted to make the most of her situation.