Dark Samus laughed, still using that chilling laugh.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">Then I am a valuable ally. My phazon is unnaffected by such things. Nothing can alter it without my permission, due to a piece of an artifact.</span></span>An image appeared in their heads. It looked like a porous gray rock.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">A piece of the Crucible of Worlds, an artifact capable of making fiction reality. The fragments cannot be used by anyone, however. Only those the Crucible snatched from reality can use their power.</span></span>She paused, then continued.<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">I am one of these people. An innocent user of the internet gave me form when the Crucible pulled him into the internet, and I took over the body his weak mind controlled. The fragments grant people such as myself a single new ability. One such ability it granted me was a lock. None can alter phazon without my express permission.</span></span>