You miss your superior intellect

You stroke The Weapon lamenting your lost intellect. Then your still preternaturally brilliant mind cones up with the perfect solution.

You stroke The Weapon and suddenly you are different. Indeed though you look exactly like your old self, with some improvements, inside you are no longer entirely human. You feel new unused organs and you are eager to try them out.

You walk over to Gloss's cell and turn off the **** field.

As you open the cell door he glares at you. "You, little Miss have just made a huge mistake. You look good enough to eat."

The very large Gloss steps toward you. You hold your ground, unafraid.

He smiles as he towers over you. You smile back and reach your middle finger toward his forehead. As he gets close a tiny filament shoots from your finger it slices through skin and skull seeking brain. Gloss's eyes go wide with terror.

In moments you begin to feel it. Knowledge flows into you. You know what human flesh tastes like, how to fight, and thousands of other things. In seconds all that Gloss was is yours. He closes his eyes. You open them. You look at yourself, marveling at how hot you are.

Then Gloss opens his mouth. "I am of the One."

You aren't certain if some vestige of him has named you or if you merely named yourself. Still, it fits. You are the One.

The addition of Gloss has increased your processing power, but only by a fraction of what you desire. You want more. In perfect sync you and Gloss turn around. Time for your next objective.