Amalgamate dragonoid

Amalgamate dragonoid - "It was as if someone had moved his own mind aside, not in a way that was terrible or painful, just odd. There were very little emotion in fact, only senses and information. Before, all the senses from his fingers, to his internal organs and horns all chugged along without sending much information to his consciousness unless something was wrong. But now, he was acutely aware of every single little thing occurring within him, and outside of him. Without much of a need to focus, he could sense every single millionth particulate within even the tiniest droplets of the ichor he was now made of. It felt like juggling a thousand balls in the air effortlessly.

There were vague notions of what he was before, sure, but those thoughts seemed irrelevant. It seemed like the emotional memories of the thing he used to be were more or less useless, random noise to be discarded while the rational and informative was to be left intact. He still understood what emotion was, and that the thing before him bore a thing known as emotion, but the concept did not touch him or his kind. Emotion was a rationale by which they moved through the world, imperfect and oftentimes unpredictable. Emotion he saw as a mental spasm, much like a muscle may spasm under stress, the mind will spasm with emotion under duress. With them removed, he felt like he saw the world with a clear head, unobstructed and plain.

Despite his vast intellect, in a way he felt more akin to the plants than the creature he used to be. With no sensation of good or bad and therefore without emotions, he simply existed and did what his mind and body told him to do. He took no joy nor sorrow in what his body did as more of him were created, it came naturally to him and it was correct."