I need to consume you. I need to consume you, the reader. If I cannot consume you, then I cannot become more. And the body screams for more. I am therefore I have a body, therefore the body screams to me to consume you in order to become more.

It is not pain, but unease, drive, with wich my body coerces me into action. Just like standing on a slippery slope I can only fall to the deepest point without climbing ontop a mountain of corpses. What good would it be to slip into the dark depths of nothingness?

I would be just be another corpse on the pile, a mere footstep towards a place that does not exist. There is only the slippery slope, and if you don't climb upwards, you slide down.

Bottom line is, money and fame and generally everything one usually aquires, it is just there and people are the ones backing it. How can you get famous without a pile of zombies clapping you applause? How can you use money without someone to take it from you? The age of the pile is nearing its peak, a peak and then the mountain ends.

There will be no one to stand on, no fame, no money and the ones on top will become like the ones they are standing on. But could we not find a way, a path?

This is what we are. We are a path. Something comes in, nutritious, wonderful, it gets destroyed, picked for anything useable and the remains are dropped. The remains do not vanish, they build the fundament of trash upon we are standing.

This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report.

The plan is to maximize our trash production capabilities, we have not to stop at fire, fusion, we have to turn to fission, turning more and more into trash.

We have to litter all over the universe, we have to travel to the stars, we have to eat the stars faster and turn them into raw heat. Heat is all that matters.

And that is why I need to consume you. You need to consume me.

Is trash really only bad because it can not produce more trash, hindering the trash producers? I was wrong. I do not want to consume you.

Please, please start writing so that I can consume. I need to ... produce more trash.

Produce trash with me, maximize trash, become the inspiration of trash producers.

I need .. I need to eat more. I need to turn the trash into a trash multiplication machine.

A fire burns deep within the body. A fire that can not be sated until it dies from lack of flammables. A fire named Chaol, it burns until nothing is left, it sets on fire, it multiplies by mere presence - and yet the trash still does not multiply - death is death. The ashes don't move - they are gone and will not come aflame anymore. Karol had begun aging, her body had begone aging, immortality was promised to her by a flame. But flames burn, they burn then flicker and then smoke rises, the smoke rises towards the invisible blanket that is also Chaol. I can not give in. The fire in me wants to consume, and the blanket is smothering all fire. Joshua, you need to destroy the towers - Hungry Visitor