Memphis

I've dwelt on this as well, if there was some art that would... The necromancy he used.

I sense a space within my mind now, the door to my thoughts unhinged by his will. He can enter should he choose, but I remain. For I am afraid. Afraid to find out what else waits outside that door.
Peculiar isn't it, not long ago I had been chasing just such a method to expand my own mind. Now I have my wish it has been opened and I shut my eyes and beg all the world to let it be closed again.

I did not think such a being capable of love, or admiration. Spider-like each thought seemed only to work to a specific purpose, each movement or word only a function. It was strange to see it 'act' human, to desire for a moment, almost as if it had become aware of what it was, to exist but not to know love or to be loved.