To fly or not to fly? That is the question, whether it is nobler to speed through getting to one's location and achieving the purpose with the least interaction, or to pass by others and enabling their enjoyment of the world... What are they doing here. She who flies was contacted by She Who Remembers and She Who Transcribes.
They were together, they were acting not as their role-names, but as they. Wur doesn't know...
They suspect a false war, and those who send orders are not in part.
Really? That's what the anxiety is about? Wur reached out to a passing scout. What is a scout doing?
Acting as scout is ordered.
But what was scout ordered within the hive? Enemies, danger, and preparation to go to war.
Ah, Wur sent that further to they who are she. And from what Wur caught immense distress as a result.
What do they who are she suspect is going on?
They sent her images of long wars, of starvation? and inquired. How'd she reach out to the scout so quickly?
Wur is She Who Flies, Wur is also SHE Who Flies. They understood enough. So, what was to be done to prevent a great war death?
They would have to stop they who remember war. They would have to speak to all who are not in stupor, they would have to...
Wur interrupted their sending. They would have to do many things. But they could not do many things a simple pair. Wur would add efficiency to the existing acts so that others, would not starve in the meantime. For that, she needed the current location of the workpeople working on the sail gliders. And been given that. They needed more entities to accomplish their goals. Wur would help if she saw the same danger.
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And what was that thought about a He Who Flies? Ah, she needed his location as well. Gratitude, for what was known. She would fly off now.
She disconnected from them and continued on her way.
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I learned something important in this work. My fellow hive members are all willing to act for the improvement of the hive. and they all work together in order to accomplish that, giving payment in shards for those who help them. Not just for their own benefit, but because those who have provided need those shards to provide further. payment is assigning value to the work of others.
It is rare, but not entirely non-existent to demand payment at a certain cost. And if the cost is paid, the task is worth that amount. Some do so only for their own memories, or because they believe that their value to the hive is great enough to demand that payment. And some do so so that what they provide is used and taken by those who help the hive most, so that they may help the hive even further.
But we are still primarily a hive and complete tasks for the hive. Sometimes even being given reward for past tasks by those who accept payment for its efforts. If we are believed to be able to provide future benefits as such. So despite the sense of conflict in the hive, there were many interested in improving this movement mechanism, some for war, and some for peace. But the payment is minor, at least it is until we figure this out fully.
Wur reaches out to me, disrupting my work, and my thoughts pertaining to maximizing the benefit of my future works.
Okay okay, I was exploring. It wasn't just that. She brought memories of flight, of problems with the current design. And understanding of larger water flows that dwarfed my own, at least without the enemy's pods memories on the subject.
She then sent. I did what I could for the improvements, but my work here was causing more harm than good.
Would I join her for an experimental flight? For research's sake.
gratitude and I respect, (an idea I only recently understand in hive terms) her communication abilities. We would fly. truly, to understand, and to appreciate.
And so we did.
And it was glorious.