He doesn't move. He doesn't mine. He just stares at the wall, waiting for it to turn transparent again.
He saw .
Then he turned toward the west wall.
The blank figure raised an arm. Suddenly, every ore in the mine—diamond, emerald, ancient debris—floated upward out of the stone, spinning like offering plates. They formed a spiral staircase leading down to the bedrock. X-Ray-Texture-Pack-Bloxdio-WORK
"No viruses," the bot said. "Just transparency." He doesn't move
It was gone.