Chapter 39

By the time I was done there was a little puddle around its face, I’m assuming. My mycelium sensory network was a primitive detection system. It wasn’t a precise thing.

Heck I could be growing the puddle near its butt for all I knew.

Still I made sure to disperse the water just far enough away from its body. I did not want to accidentally drown it.

Killing through the chem mushrooms was all fine and dandy but I didn’t want an exhausted animal to drown under my watch?

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Very consist morals, I have.

But its not exactly the same situation is it?

The bastards who I was experimenting on had choice whether to eat my mushrooms or not and walk past. This poor animal found a relatively safe spot and collapsed, it had no desire to eat my mushrooms.

Besides its not like I was perfectly consist in my morals when I was a human. Sure I tried my best to do good wherever I could back then but I still had my shitty days where i was a shit person to those around me. Why is being ethical so important to me now?

Was it an ego thing? As a human I did get a nice feeling after having done it. But I never felt like I was better than someone else. So that couldn’t be it.

Maybe its cuz I had so much time and no one to talk to I had no choice but to reflect on my decisions and actions? Yeah that sounds likely.

As I was musing on my morality and actions, the winds were pushing so hard that that long and stalky mushroom I grew completely snapped in half.

And it fell away from the direction of the fire meaning that it was just that much closer to my location and spreading fast.

Gotta get my head in the game and leave the philosophizing for another day.