What the--

I don't have a normal physical form. Well. I do, but I don't. My old body -- where has it gone?

It flows now. Even more than it did before. It's like all of me is made out of blood...augh, I'm getting it everywhere, even when I just graze the walls. I can put my hand through myself with little trouble. All our machines are filled with ( Read more... )

Construction...is slow. So slow. Where has all our strength gone? We can't expand enough to fill even one of the tanks in the time we could before. In our universe, we could have claimed the entire building, in relatively little time. Less than a day. But here...this place draws away our power ( Read more... )