​     Adam got attacked by battle cruisers the second he entered open sky. They tore the battle cruiser Adam'd created for himself to pieces.

​     He fell and, as he did, he fired what weapons he had on his person to defend himself against the four cruisers. One shot actually did a little damage.

​     By the time he hit the ground, he'd imagined himself up another battle cruiser, this one much bigger and sturdier than that first one.

​     By Adam's own estimation, that second cruiser stayed in one piece for about four minutes.

​     "Hmm, it seems I'm going to have to expand my thinking about all of this," Adam said out loud, even though he was completely alone.

​     He imagined himself inside of a fortress bigger than Adama's.

​     ​Now he was ready to fight.

​     He rose back into the sky.

     They came at him from hundreds of different angles.

​     Adam'd packed this second cruiser with every weapon he'd ever come in contact with in his billions of years traveling amongst the stars.

​     That sector of the Domitikan universe filled with the sights and chaos of battle.

​     It was like Adam was a bit of foreign matter being rejected by a human body, only in this case the "body" was an entire dream universe.

​     After a few minutes, or a few years, of warfare, Adam decided that fighting with a battle cruiser was the wrong way to go in Domitika, no matter how well it was fortified.

​     It looked like he was going to have to swell again.

​     To fight a universe, he'd have to become as big as a universe.

​     No matter how big he got, though, other entities bigger and more powerful surrounded and attacked him. Adam didn't see them so much as he felt them, although he did see them too, thousands of different entities from hundreds of different universes. They were solid, and they were utterly insubstantial. They were as big as galaxies and as small as baby bugs. They were as ugly as the pit of the souls of your worst living nightmares, and they were as stunningly beautiful as sunrise on a beach. They had human-like faces and sometimes downright human faces, and they had faces that were anything but human, faces with fangs and fur and tentacles and horns. One ghost-like entity seemed to be as big as the universe itself.

​     But, again, he didn't see them so much as he felt them, felt their power, felt their ​fury.

​     One entity, like a knife, sliced Adam in half.

     Adama was right, Adam thought. I am way out of my element here. I'd better get back to her before...

     A dozen other entities turned into knives.

     They sliced Adam to pieces...

     and then they sliced his pieces to pieces.

     His final thought before he could think no longer:

​     Okay, now what?

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