So here I dwell in my pod having awoken from my stupor. War, the memories are unclear. War, the idea communicated by others was not well, remembered. it seems most of my shards were full. But one thing is certain, their war is not the war that is remembered, however unclearly in my pod.

Still, I cannot separate the fear from the idea. They attacked us. Without cause. No, all wars have causes, and beings with enough intelligence to train sharks would not do so for no reason. With the way, the one reacted to the shard they seem to be a type of Sea-Mind as well.

But the scariest thing is that war is known to the hive. This is not the first time war happened, and if we are in the habit of getting into wars are we really in the right?

Of course, we are, I was accepted despite being different, broken pod, a waste of energy, a possible enemy. And yet they still accepted me, tried to give me a place, give me value. We are not bad.

And with that thought done, I exited my pod. Looking around the over-pod, well reaching around with my tendrils, and however else I pick up stimuli from the environment I can tell little has changed. Good, He Who Sees has not yet awoken, I wonder how long the older ones need to stay in stupor for...

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She woke up, reached out her pod to remember, and she left her pod to gather her shards to remember some more. She reached across them, She was the one who remembered them. And so she did. She went into the rest of the over-pod. Another one was here, she reached out. it is He Who Has A Broken Pod, he reached back.

He was Ur-Im now. What was Ur-Im? A nonsensical thought, a warrior's label. And yet...

Inquiry, war?

It is conflict with others, it is death,

He sends a seen of combat, of anger of harm done and harm returned. But still, he inquires. War.

A battle the beginning, or the end. Part of war, but isolated. Yet what are you asking.

Inquiry, it is different this time, but I cannot tell and as always, war.

But why is war as always, for the materials needed to create shards and pod, what are need to remember, are limited in their production, and not all those like us put aside the time and thought for production.

inquiry, war?

I do not know, I do not know what you are asking, It is not what I remember, go to she that does.

I may have sent more than I intended I had just awoken, and was remembering much, but it seemed that was enough for him. I felt sadness from him, for me I think, and he left.

And he left a shard with memories, a small catch of experiences summarized so I could know what happened while I was in stupor. So that He Who Sees could know as well.