It remembered its birth clearly, for it was born with a developed mind. 

It tore out of its cocoon with claws that could rend reinforced superalloys like paper. It did not crawl along the fleshy floor of its nest like the weakling larvae – it stood tall on therian legs firm with musculature denser than stone. Unlike its drone kin, it did not have cloudy, blind eyes at birth – its four eyes glimmered with a gemstone radiance, receptors of all kinds packed in their pupils, letting it see all lights, all wavelengths. There was no awkard tremble in its movements as its embryonic liquids dripped from its limbs, and there was no mistaking its purpose when one saw those limbs ending in claws meant to catch, tear, and kill. 

It was born a Conqueror.

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The apex predator of its planet, the prime warrior of the Hivemother, and as her herald, his mission was simple.

Go, she had said.

Leave our planet, for we have already conquered it and all others in our solar system. Our flesh has assimilated every inch of this this solar system's worlds. We have devoured every living creature, adding their biological data to our own. We have faced the other races, so weak and feeble that they rely on their tiny guns and ships, and feasted upon their fragile corpses.

But we still hunger. We crave for more flesh, more information, and there is yet more among the stars.

You will go. Into the depths of the void, through the eons of space, and find a planet with life rich enough for us to devour.

And so it went, slumbering as the Hivemother once more encased it in a cocoon. Not for birth now, but for travel. She launched it into the vast emptiness of the universe, into a ripple in space-time that transported it where she could feel the promising heartbeats of planets that harbored life.