Achilles went through many, many memories of Mansa Nguna as his scope expanded into territory that felt dangerous simply by virtue of how much it contained.
The things he now knew seemed boundless and grand in ways that exceeded what he had anticipated when he began sifting through her integrated existence. Eons of accumulated experience compressed into seconds of processing time as his Assimilation sorted through the archive with the efficiency of something that had grown considerably more practiced at this task since first consuming a Fundamental Depth Master in the early days of his imprisonment within The Existential Lattice.
He kept looking.
He was seeking any critical memories that would explain potential dangers arising from what he had done to Mansa Nguna, any threads that connected her existence to monitoring systems or failsafes or obligations that would trigger investigation before he could establish distance and cover.
He kept on looking.
