Chapter 3: Activation 1.2

Photons are ridiculously tricky to use as a base for laser guns for the sole fact that they do not have mass.

Now, that may seem like a ludicrous opinion considering half of their initial value comes from the fact that they can move at the speed of light, but what you are not considering is the fact that Photons are massless meaning it's physically impossible to move them, baring any magical reality warping bullshit.

Guiding them is tricky enough because even when my nanobots interlock there are still microscopic gaps that light can squeeze through so I have to use double the quantity I would normally use just to gather enough for a decent charge, and the parabolic reflective glass I use as storage containers are good enough for now but they don't last for more than a few minutes at most given their very weak molecular structure, (it's better than some crappy store-bought plastic prisms but still pretty shit overall) plus you have to deal with runoff when firing the damn thing because light doesn't like to stay in one place without constant attention, not too dissimilar to a petulant child.

This alone lowers the overall cost-effectiveness and power of each shot which normally wouldn't be that big a deal because at the end of the day I am still firing light-speed lasers at the very fragile human body.

But! Since my laser emitters are basically solar-powered and/or relient on outside sources I am screwed once nightfall hits and because I don't get 100% efficiency for each shot (More like 69%) the disadvantages outweigh the benefits making this a weapon I can't see myself using long term.

Anyways.

'Getting a bit cramped in here' I thought as I continued to drag myself through the base, the narrow hallways forcing me to compress my size down so I could even move forward.

At this point, my shape was less like a slime you could find in any fantasy story and more like a really long worm, one that can bulldoze through thick sheets of metal plating like a bullet through wet tissue paper but a giant worm nonetheless.

It made it a bit difficult to navigate but thankfully, along with a few goodies like the ability to reverse engineer pretty much anything I absorbed, I was imprinted with a scanned layout of the base as of just a few weeks ago, making my escape fairly simple if not an outright cake walk.

I knew my way around this place like I knew the back of my...well, I don't have hands, but you get the idea.

I did run into a few guards armed with standard projectile weapons, but a wave of my tendrils turned them from determined and well-trained soldiers to crimson stains on the otherwise pristine white walls.

The bullets that they used on me weren't strong enough to pierce my outer shell, which I still haven't augmented with anything resembling armor yet, really screaming to me that even without any considerable improvements to my body, I am still a recognizable force to reckoned with.

That and, lasers do a number on organic material, which makes me glad I don't have a nose... yet anyway.

I formed a few tendrils as I passed by some closed doors, letting my limbs smash through the wood and enlarge absorbing the insides as I pushed myself forward.

It seems like along with vacating the premises of all personnel, they took most of their important things with them, as the rooms I absorbed should have held a few things that would have made this entire thing a bit easier in the long run.

Entire computers were ripped out of the walls to seemingly keep me from accessing the wide web and becoming smarter than I already was. Reluctantly I had to give them props for a surprising amount of foresight, it seemed like they had procedures put in place meant to slow me down on the off chance that I escaped.

It won't slow me down for long, maybe be an extra 13 seconds but still, credit where credit was due.

Most mundane weapons were taken, like assault rifles, shotguns, and large caliber rifles with small armaments left behind probably being too small and unimportant to take with, and finally, they lined the walls with high yield explosives that went off as soon as my tendrils tripped the wires attached to the rooms.

Shit.

I don't have pain receptors so I didn't feel anything and, unfortunately for them, that didn't even manage to damage the tendrils. It also allowed me to analyze the explosion at a chemical level, letting me retrace the steps of the construction process all the way back to its initial creation, basically handing me a way to blow them to smithereens on a silver platter without blowing myself up.

Kinda.

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I don't have the materials they used to make said explosives so each bomb I make will have to come from me personally, meaning I will have to use nanobots to make a bomb but it's a paltry amount compared to the damage I can do with them.

You know what?

Fuck this base, imma blow it up.

I commanded my nanobots to use up 5% of my total mass to create 5000 bombs. The process was stupid fast, I made half of them in as little as 20 seconds, and while the rest were being created I planted them a few meters away from one another all around me as I made my way through the base.

Entire hallways were littered with little light brown bricks with blinking red lights, that I could detonate at the drop of a hat.

I did lose some mass setting up for the big boom, but that was for the better, as my speed increased sizably, allowing me to make it to speed through the base in as short as a few minutes.

"ALL SECURITY PERSONNEL ON SIGHT, REPORT TO YOUR DESIGNATED COMMANDER, AND BE AT THE READY! THE SUBJECT IS HEADING TOWARD THE FOURTH QUADRANT!!! I REPEAT THE SUBJECT IS HEADING TOWARD THE FOURTH QUADRANT!!!

'A little late for that. I'm already here.' I thought, a vicious smile on my mental face, as I came face to face with 10 pairs of 7 feet tall reinforced 20-inch thick steel-plated doors.

An upgrade from the others for sure, but did they really think that could stop me?

Ordering the laser clusters to the front of my body I deconstructed the arming platforms, keeping only the power generator, the barrel, and the lens, then I combined them all into one big cannon, creating a beam emitter that could output 10000% of the amount of energy it could usually squeeze out when formed individually.

My mouth hollowed out, and from it emerged a shining silver barrel 25 inches in diameter that ran through most of my body, getting wider as it went back with a large rectangular box connecting to the end of it.

The inner channel of the barrier glowed a dark blue color as I started to feed more and more energy into the container. It grew brighter and brighter as I continued, and the area around me found a stark rise in temperature hot enough to shatter the glass above me, raining shards down on my body that I gladly absorbed for the extra mass.

Then, once I filled the hundred glass capsules to the absolute brim, drawing power and seeing as the lights in the area slowly dimmed, I pulled the trigger, allowing the containers to release all the stored energy into the lens in front of it.

The beam grew bigger and more intense as the lenses got smaller and smaller, letting the power condense more and more until it reached critical mass and shot out of the front of the barrel in a small beam of superheated energy that punched through the steel door before the beam even made contact.

Smoke flows out of the barrel in huge waves lining the ceiling as I hear a canopy of screams on the other end as well as a series of explosions going off one after the other.

'What's going on over the--oohhh! This is the door to the armory... right.' I recall as I deconstruct the barrel rising back to my size as a medium-sized convenience store stretched through at least 5 hallways.

Still, not wanting to miss out on getting my tentacles on some of the few WMDs they (I) hadn't managed to destroy yet I slammed the forefront of my body against the door and started eating away at it.

The metal they used for this door was not stronger than the others but there were more layers so it took a bit of time to get through it, but after no more than 12 seconds did the door finally give way allowing me to barrel into the room.

I was greeted with a hail of bullets.

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