Hlei watches the paths and the movements. Trusting in the others. Trusting in her role.
21... 22... They share the capacity for these roles as they share their memories. Yet of the records kept and memories made. She had been missing details the others have put down.
23... 24... She maintains the device that keeps counts of time. She maintains the nets that catch flows and maintains the adjustment as fish. as food get's caught and brought in. She watches them pass large shapes, made of many small things. Sight is strange, why does size vary with distance? She follows the memories of sight. The vibration catcher echoing the sounds of giants in the distance.
35... 36... Another shifts waking from stupor. Another shall take her this role, and she shall process the fish into food communing with the other, until she needs to go into stupor herself.
41...42... Another stirs Shaking her away from the sight of the many ones. the fish, the food, even predators moving as a group, some nearing the ship but none brush against the net.
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Crui awakens and reaches to Hlei, they decontaminate each other 43... 44...
They keep count.
And Hlei maintains what she will putting the guidance into the accessible memories the journey's records. the memories that lead to other memories are put on a thread. In a line, one shall lead to the other if something needs be found.
48... 49...
Our structure was improved. And Hlei needs stupor. Crui shall think of how to reorganize the memories when another stirs, and when at least 20 counts have passed.
They all need rest and one must always be keeping count
He counts, and he watches the movements of the great void.
Something has found itself on part of the *eye* What must he shift to move the things off?
51... 52...
Crui adjust the movement to confirm speed food has been gathered the counts have been slowed.
The counts have been matched to the flow of the movement. Reduced from the movement.
53... 54...
And the counter of time. When another stirs and 20 counts pass I will look through the recorded memories to see places where the things have miss alignment. To aling the counts with of movement with the counts of time.
He hopes it will be enough. They look to find another, and to find a way.
55...
But he must pass to the counts the lines of movement shall guide him at count 65... he shall check if another has stired to return to the thoughts and the memories...
60...
Has the count arrived? I focus on the movements the object has been fallen off the eye the nets and structure of the ship work.
And the caught food, and the movements of the many fish have changed in size and shape...
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To process the poison was like processing food, to heal from the poison they would need to process it further.
For it interferes with the process of stupor.
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But while Zur understood that fact. and how to keep it from killing when used in small amounts.
Zur never fully understood why and how.
It process it is processed like food until it is not. It is what gets caught up in the Tendrils that are shed. That are regrown during stupor...
Tendrils are regrown in stupor.
They are lost as we move, we communicate, we read memories, we think.
If we do not lose them they get tangles our thoughts and memories overlap. It is why de-tangling and maintenance of the self is as effective as it is.
She will remember this information. After she is cured can Zur copy some of these thoughts into shards she provides?
She Who Maintains is no longer Zur. But this one will record her information.
She Who Remembers Will create a series of memories hooks and thoughts in the meantime. Lines to continue other lines. That which is in the pod.
She will guide us to our memories?
She will record a shard with the reference to the memories to be remembered.
Which is She. For I am She, we both are she.
We are both?
He Who Flies is also here. But he has not added anything to this conversation.
This one who remembers, This one called Ar-lif. See's that in this communication something has been found.
Ar-lif will be She Who Remembers Names. She is rich in memory she is rich in shards. And she hopes to survive this so she can create much more.
But even if not. If this is to be the end of Ar-lif's memories, of Ar-lif's roles, Ar-lif's creations and collections If this is the end of Ar-lif as Ar-lif.
Then these thoughts, the understanding of names, of memories, of recording and all that she has collected. It must be kept and shared. others should see it. For this understanding. This remembering.
If she survives the coming stupor she shall see if she can find a roll with those who duplicate memories. To work with them again.
Ar-lif shall not die here. And This one shall make it happen. Zur knows how to prevent this, to settle the cure.
She understands well enough what most be done. He Who Sleep and He Who Flies shall remain here. and eat some of this food. They shall move and drift through this open area. Keeping each other from stupor.
And Zur shall return to here soon.
And so we drift, and so they drift. As one as two, our memories flow, our tendrils, we lose some of them, but the ones that shall be regrown in stupor. We hope.
Zur delivers food, He Who Flies eats food.
Ar-lif eats the food.
Zur examines them they are almost ready they shall fly through a path, then eat this slow abosrb food when they go to stupor. They shall recover, they shall live. they shall have the entrance to their pods sealed...
Zur shall have the others move their pods and shift the entrances. Then she shall stop being Zur.
Ar-lif moves, things happen, the flows move past I find myself in my pod surrounded by myself my tendrils reaching to my memories shards moving closer so I can touch more of them as I go to stupor to write what is needed, to make memories and remember them anew.
I can remember I can hear my past self...
I am She Who Remembers names a line is followed, who create great projects a memory found, I am wealthy with memory, I miss the ship I created. a Great project, counting time...
I am me, I shall remember me, I shall regrow myself. I shall wake...
I return to stupor to memories again. I find the food, I have regrown, After stupor I shall regrow further.
I remain Ar-lif, I have been many things I remain those things. All these memories must be sustained...
I know of memory, I shall remain myself.