He decisively abandoned the nasty discussion about idiots.
Lynn finished the final stroke of the mark, then opened his eyes and glanced at her.
"What should I do if Doctor 315 uses Leviathan to fight me for control of these puppets?"
Black String Moon closed her eyes, sensing the puppet's internal structure through her threads.
An unknown amount of time passed.
She used her threads to mark two points on the puppet's brain stem and spine.
"Here and there. These two nodes are the main input ports through which this puppet connects to Leviathan. Carve that same mark on both of them. Stop when I tell you to. Once you're done, anyone who tries to connect to this puppet through Leviathan will immediately trigger your mark's backlash. It should directly destroy the neural tissue connecting it to Leviathan."
Lynn nodded. "All right, Teacher Black."
"..."
Then, following Black String Moon's instructions, Lynn used the same method to carve marks onto the two nodes she had indicated.
He was very obedient, like a wicked little model student.
"Stop."
"Don't I need to move a few more times? I was just starting to feel it."
"No."
"..."
She decisively shut down his attempt to steer the conversation somewhere strange.
"Is that all it takes?"
Black String Moon withdrew her threads from the puppet's body, slowly opened her eyes, and turned to glance at Lynn.
"Yes."
Without offering any further explanation, she became invisible again.
Lynn exhaled, then turned his gaze toward the hundreds of puppets throughout the factory. He knew he had plenty of work ahead of him.
Still, the first time was unfamiliar, the second was easy, and by the third, he could slip in and out freely.
It was all a matter of practice making perfect.
In less than half