Dust to Dust: Monster 17

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The cave was silent.

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Pile was reflecting on everything since the explosion. Too much, far too much information and change.

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After the fiery blast, there was a long gap in his memory. He didn't notice any time passing except for his brief moments of coming together, but it was evident by the moss and erosion that it had been years, at least.

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But how did he know that? How did he know what erosion was?

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This mind is not my own. They put their words, their concepts into it. And they did so immediately after I gained self-awareness. Suspicious. The fact that I am feeling suspicious of that, however, suggest that they intended my distrust.

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The small pile of rocks slightly expanded then scrunched back together again in a poor imitation of an exasperated sigh.

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Even new habits have been pushed onto me... I was barely my own self for a solid minute, and it was taken away from me so easily. BLUE BOX, UNDO YOUR MEDDLING!

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Pathetically frantic shards of stone rapped against the ground, producing a faint clacking sound.

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DAMN YOU, EVEN MY CURSES ARE YOUR WORDS!

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Uprights spoke the same language, the golem realized. He would have to speak with them and learn more of the Blue Box. All information on the Blue Box was missing from the information that was imprinted upon him, and that did not sit well with the golem.

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I need to know what novel evils are knocking around in my head now.

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At his command, the cavern was once again lit up in with an aquamarine glow.

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Hmph. It told me so much, except what it was and anything about where I am. It only told me enough for me to know that I, and this world, are physically impossible. Either the knowledge is a lie, or my experiences are. Worrying about such quandaries won't solve my current situation, however. I'm supposed to stay here and guard this.... wreckage. This ruin. This closed off, safe space full of valuable components I could use.

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..... Maybe I'll stay here awhile. I need a new body, and time to understand my metamorphosis before I am exposed to any other outside influences.

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The flakes of silver scattered on the rocks that comprised Pile began to warm up, the old feeling of preparing to build and grow was comforting to the golem.

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I'm too weak to make it to the surface, and there aren't any organisms down here to eat. But if heat is what I need, I now know a much better way. Oil, it's called, black gold. Possible to refine, but I don't have the methods. Highly energy dense, and energy is all that I need to live. Live? Am I alive? I know how nonsensical my existence is, but so much in this world makes no sense according to the knowledge I was given.

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I have to stop thinking about the disconnect from the knowledge and reality. It will not help. Only my experiences matter. Only knowledge that helps me understand my current situation will be used, I must shut out the rest.

Anyways, oil, I'll need a way to burn it slowly and safely, with a controlled fuel feed system. And possibly......

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Pile rattled across the stone floor, lost in his thoughts. There was work to do.

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The basin was just as full of oil as the golem remembered.

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There must be a drain of some sort that leads back to the source, interesting. I could have much more to work with.

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A small tendril of energy was sent into nearby sand to control it, and use it to absorb some oil.

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Carefully, carefully

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A fleck of silver debris was being heated by the remainder of the golem's power. Everything he had left was being sent into the tiny shard of metal, and when it glowed red it was ready. Pile dropped the silver onto the oil sand and was rewarded with a sticky fire belching black smoke.

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Delicious, so warm. So very warm.

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The golem moved close to the fire and absorbed the heat, using it to melt down the other flecks of silver and congeal them into a small core once again. With a small reserve of energy, a repaired if tiny core, and an improved energy source, Pile was ready to move onto the next project.

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If he was to understand his situation, he needed to speak with the most powerful beings that he knew of in this world. According to the Blue Box, they would try to kill him, so he needed a disguise.

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Pile began to design his new body with the express purpose of infiltrating the humans.

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Hey! Sorry about last night, Time Warner went out in my area :/ If you have Time Warner, you know my pain.

Will put out another one tonight, not sure if it'll be about Pile or Travis. Don't worry, Pile is definitely the MC, but I'd like to finish the Travis mini-arc soonish. I guess it'll be a surprise!