Chapter 59

Hum! The cold light on the mycelium network flickered imperceptibly for a fraction of a microsecond. The fluctuation was far too "clean"! It was pure and sharp, completely devoid of the foul, living stench of ship-bow wreckage. Instead, it exuded... an icy, mechanical aura belonging to some forgotten "tool" of its own! Was it a threat? Or merely residual fragments of energy? Almost without any hesitation, the priority directive born from the instinct of gluttony executed automatically!