He needed to distract him. He summoned his locusts and commanded a swarm of them to attack. And so they did, and then Sam remembered that his locusts were also made of metal and also probably magnetic. He turned around, fully expecting his bugs to be stuck on Chitti. However, they were just completely gone.

“I convinced them to surrender and retreat,” said Chitti. “I am fluent in both locust and Swift, which makes communication very simple. Diplomacy is not restricted to the State Department. Dot.”

In that moment, Sam learned two things about the machine demon that partially possessed him. One, that it was a coward; and two, that this hyper-sophisticated AI— into the cold robotic hands of which Sam frequently placed his life— was programmed in Swift of all things. Neither of these were very comforting prospects.

- Ragnarust Round 4