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Right, here you go.

What I needed to do was activate the flintlock in this chamber, not worry about whether I was supposed to exist or not. So I headed back into the cave, carefully stepping over my web. Now that the fleeches were gone I could echolocate safely.
Eventually, I made it to the back of the cave. It was pitch black. But I could hear a lever to my right and a stone to my left. The lever had a cone-shaped indent. My arms would fit perfectly into it. So I put my right arm into it.
Suddenly, I could see the ring containing the scrab. But I also saw much more. Not only could I see the flintlock above, or the lever in the center, but also I could through the doorway on the other side of the ring. It leads to the main cavern again. I also saw through the doorway at the other side of the ring, just below the ledge I stood on before, myself, with my arm inside the stone. I could not only look at the scrab and myself, I could look INSIDE them. It was disturbing. I could see my own heart beating blood through my veins, my lungs expand and contract as I breathed, my stomach sloshing and my intestine pulsating to digest the food I had eaten. Most amazing of all, I could see inside both the scrab’s and my mind. Mind, not just brain. The brain is a pinkish-white organ usually inside the head, but the mind is an amazing thing, consisting of thoughts, senses, memories and personalities. Of course, my mind was many times more complex that the scrab’s, but even the scrab’s mind was an amazing thing. I could “see” thoughts running all over the scrab’s brain. I could see the scrab’s need for meat, I could hear what it heard, I could look through its memories to see what it had recently done. If I turned to my mind, I could see my own personality. I could see myself looking at myself looking at myself looking at myself looking at myself… I turned my attention away from that particular detail, as I could see myself struggling. I could see my own instincts and my own sentience both struggling for control over each other...
Something was wrong. I could see it. Inside my brain…
The chip.
That was the chip that was supposed to control me. The one that failed. I could see it so clearly. It was in the wrong place. Off by a millimeter (Of course, Exalmex didn’t really think “millimeter”, but the oddworldian comparative measurement for a mm. This may be zero point something.) or 2. But my mind was connected to it. The chip that was supposed to make me an unwavering slave made me intelligent enough to want to rebel and escape.
Ironic, isn’t it?
I felt like killing Maylar right then, if it wasn’t for the fact I already had.
But I needed to think. I needed to get past that scrab. The lever next to my body would open the door to the ring. That was all I needed to know.
I pulled my arm out.
Sweet relief! All that information would have eventually overloaded my brain. The disappearance of it felt wonderful.
But I needed to work. I laid down some webbing, A thick layer of it on the floor, enough to get quite stuck in, but not enough to draw the eye to. I then pulled the lever.
The scrab turned towards me. It howled.
Howl.
I howled. I didn’t want to fight it, not yet.
The scrab charged.
Charge.
NO!
I didn’t charge. I was getting better at fighting my instincts.
The scrab ran towards me, gaining speed. I stepped back. It was almost at me when…
SHLUCH!
One of it’s feet got caught in the web, the scrab fell forwards and landed on the beb, unable to get up. It would fight it’s way out of the web eventually, though.
Remembering the scrab’s hunger, I left a chunk of slig meat on the floor of the ring before leaving.

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