IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1, Interlude 2.tk, Exploit 4.1

Well I got the feeling it wasn't going to hurt me (could I even be hurt like this, other than by bumping into invisible walls?), and I had created it, so it was basically my minion, so... Could I control it?

I could. It was as simple as turning on a switch. I felt it willingly submit, felt its admiration through its own body. Her own body. I could see through her eyes, hear through her feet and hairs, smell through her antennae, and none of those feelings felt strange in any way. I guess not actually having a body to be disoriented by was a perk of this whole thing?

—IWUAaDNW: Discovery 1.1



“I’m willing to bet that every single creature in that dungeon was under its direct control at the same time, and that scares the crap out of me. There’s strength in numbers, and whoever goes in there hoping to hurt this dungeon isn’t just going to be facing numbers, they’ll be facing an organized army, working on terrain specially prepared to fight in by a single mind that has perfect awareness of every movement they’re trying to make. They’d have a chance only because it doesn’t have anything stronger than a lesser insect right now, but the moment it starts growing stronger…”

—IWUAaDNW: Interlude 2.tk



I told myself that I'd been busy, but that was a lie. I had infinite multitasking. Sparring with one soldier demanded as much of my attention as sparring with a million. If I'd somehow become a dungeon in a library, I would have been able to read every single book it contained at the same time, with full awareness of each of them. I hadn't been too busy to talk, because I was simply unable to be that busy.

—IWUAaDNW: Exploit 4.1