In its vision was a layout, a layout that was, in fact, its own body.
This layout was inhabited by creatures of its own creations, all except for one. That one was a source of worry for it.
Its loyalty remained in question and its motives unknown. What it did know was that it was helpful. It wanted to keep using this chess piece tactically.
But how was it supposed to curb its fear? It couldn't. The things it had discovered could spell a slow demise!
So it thought, and it didn't take long to think, for it was a professional thinker. It already learned the best strategy.
Thus, It assessed how much energy it could muster. Plenty.
It created a body, a plain old body. They were the bones of a creature, a human. Ordinary and average. A dime in a dozen. One of its many stockpiles of deceased corpses.
Then it shook, only slightly. Just enough to remove a part of itself with a set of instructions and room for memory.
