A beautiful view to wake up to.

Thousands. Perhaps tens of thousands. Spaceships. Alien, strange looking space ships. In the backdrop, the vast darkness of space, and two suns.

Most of the ships have a blocky exterior, to accommodate all the mounted turrets and weapon bays, the larger ships have massive energy cannons.

Though the ships number in the thousands, space is still so vast, so massive, that they appear like a messy patch, hovering, resting in some point in space, the light from the two suns giving their presence away.

"Wow." A blob wondered to itself, looking. Where did all these things come from?

Oh, there's a few planets. They look really tiny.

They start firing. Oh. Lasers! It's so pretty!

Eh.

They are firing at that little blob of energy in space?

Its winces and braces for impact, but... it doesn't hurt. Lasers did not work against a floating energy blob, so the thousands of ships change their weapons, and start firing missiles instead.

It didn't really work either. The blob just absorbed the impact of the explosions, it is after all a multidimensional existence, and conventional weapons don't really work when the blob's blobby structure exists on multiple planes of existence.

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It wondered what are all these ships trying to do. Perhaps, this is how they attempt to communicate? Ah, but it has no way of responding. If it could feel sorrow, maybe it would feel a bit sad.

The fleet stop firing their missiles, as they realise the missiles are ineffective, and two small ships approach the blob. The blob is colorless, formless, though occasionally it flickers and takes on a color.

They get close, attempting to use their scanners and detectors, to figure out what exactly they are facing. If we were to peep into their ship's bridge, and translate their alien language, we would find the aliens feeling strange, fearful, and in awe.

The blob, too, feels curious. It has not met another creature since time immemorial, so it too, is curious.

The blob expanded, its formless limbs, like a liquid wrapped around the two ships, it seeps into the ship with ease, ignoring the force fields and armor throughout the ship. This was how the blob communicated.

And they all melted. Ship, people, everything. They turn into a gooish substance, absorbed by the blob.

"Hostile, these ships are." The blob wonder to itself, learning from the ships' crew, their knowledge assimilated into the blob.

And so the blob moves, expanding, its tentacles and limbs expand so quickly, it almost wraps around the entire fleet of ships.

"Warp out, now!" The alien admiral commands, its two feelers on the top of his octopus-like head shakes, a sign of nervousness and fear for their kind.

"But the planet?" Some of the crew silently wonder, but witnessing how the blob disintegrated the two vessels, they knew their admiral is right.

The ships begin to enter warp-space, and flee to a nearby star system. But it is too late for some of them. Of the 10,000 ships, only 7,000 manage to escape.

The blob expanded too quickly, and it suddenly exerted a massive gravitational field that messed with the 3,000 ships warp drives. For them, the 3,000 stuck and pulled by the gravitational waves, the captains unleashed all weapons they had at their disposal.

For a brief moment, the entire star system lit up, from all the lasers, nuclear weapons, and explosions.

But, their resistance is futile.

The blob consumed all of them.

All 3,000, deconstructed into a goo, assimilated into a blob.

And as it does so, it learns of the vast network of stars and systems, and of the greater universe. It is no longer a clueless blob that floats around a star system.

The blob now knows, with great certainty, from the digested minds of the 300,000 or so crew.

It is not alone in the universe.

And for the first time in an eternity, it feels something resembling joy.

It has so much to do.

So much to consume.