Kib can't so much flee. He can shriek - he can lurch in the direction of the nearest house and try the door - it's locked. He can amble briskly...
He can break into a run when the snake gains on him and fall flat on his face.
And he can get eaten up.
And it's too bright too bright too bright and he flings his arm over his eyes.
"She was a servantmaker too so that's hopelessly confounded, I didn't notice a jump in how good I was at assembling chassis or programming or anything when the dreams got underway. And I've always spent a lot of time just reading. She cooked more than I've tended to, I guess?"
"Yeah, inconveniently being the same person means we spent a lot of our time in the same ways."
"New Kib would have a different name. ...Possibly a suspiciously similar one though, Alymbel, Akibel..."
"Yeah, but it's separately inexplicable, I don't see how the creche workers could have been influenced that way."
"I agree. Might turn out to be unexpectedly complicated. After storks I can do a computation golem."
"There are golem-etching automata, for if you want a thousand of one make. There are no golems creative enough to program from scratch and no golems that can themselves be servantmakers."