I spent most of my time today between creating buildings to destroy nuclear waste and teaching people how to operate them. This whole process is honestly rather boring so I think I am going to start teaching people how to properly build the things too. Actually no, if I do that then they might build them in other places and then we can’t get as much money for this. I’m just going to have to do it the hard way for a little while.

Early in the morning I finished destroying all of the desert and spread my forest over what was once a wasteland. When I connected to the small forest on the other side I was met with an immediately hostile and violent will, several of them actually. Were I alone they would have crushed me, but with the assistance of my hivemind they stood no chance as I crushed them on instinct. My trees are opposed to the idea of allowing another will to join me.

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It took a little while to fully integrate these trees into my forest, longer than it normally does. Which I guess makes some sort of sense, these trees are really old. The oldest is almost a thousand years old, almost three times as old as the first sentient. I don’t actually know if that makes a difference, but it seems like it should.

Other than that I spent my downtime sitting alone with my thoughts, something I promised myself I would do more often. I didn’t try to guide my thoughts towards some goal or desire, I just sat down to think. It was more difficult than I thought it would be, I would frequently catch myself trying to force my thoughts into a particular direction because that is what feels normal to me, that is what I normally do. It was calming, relaxing even. For the first time ever I regret my newfound inability to sleep, as this experience reminded me of dreaming though I can’t put my finger on how exactly.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.