And we seek the memories of past wars. To better hunt and kill. So that we may better feed ourselves and wage more war still.
Well, some of us do. But really he cares for the safety of the hive. He joins the others in their experience.
And he cares for the perpetuation of himself and his role.
And he wants a label for himself, as we are finding specialization, and us all being the same is not serving the hive.
We cannot all be He Who Remembers War.
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And so we swam, preparing to bring the end of our enemies. Which weapons in hand we going them coming one attempted to grip the weapons and that was their mistake. Thistle nets, small hard bits of net and tendril fabric with toxic material that seems like tendrils at the end, they entangle they rip and tear. If touched they tear. And with the proper nets, they are extensions of our trip. One after the other than the enemy fall. Not all dead, but immobile. We shall see what we can use them for...
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He Who Remembers Wars exits the memory. Why do we explore such? Better weapons would be useful. But is that not the realm of the warriors and the crafters? And if the problem is a lack of resources would trying to recreate older weapons be of use? Possibly, if they require fewer resources than what is currently used.
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There are simple spears, what is so unique? He looks into the memory again and he understands. There is a mechanism, one he does not understand, that causes rotation in the spear tips, tears at what they hit. It happens once, and as such is wasteful. But it can be used even if the spears are launched. slight jostling and they spin causing harm. Even if there are tips on both ends.
There is pain in the memory, it is on the other end of experience. A worker who was acting as a warrior used what he knew to try and defeat enemies who breached deep. And he succeeded.
But only after inflicting harm to himself with the tool of his own creation.
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And they went fighters the lot of them. There was an enemy here and they would bring them down. Shield made of pod material, spears, and even devices of perception all lined up before them. And yet, with a little bit of movement speed, they swung a device attached to their tendrils, and the force crushed the enemies.
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He went in turning at the moment he felt the vibrations of something approaching, the device tied to him, continued on his path. Encountering his opponent, and pulling him along, he encountered the body of his opponent, alive, sharing his last thoughts. Ad the other string tore past...
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The memory was interrupted by a great pain. The pain of an end, of it all being torn apart.
No that was not an interruption but the memory itself, memory a weapon, pain an end. These were tools that cost lives, of the enemy that was right. But sometimes of the wielders.
But that is what it means to remember war, the good and the bad. If necessary the hive would pay the cost. The war was necessary.
But He Was Not Sure. Would he remember this as well? Could the enemies be chased away? The cost pushed off? War later didn't to require the starvation of the hive. But...
War later was death. He was doing this not just for the extension of his role, but for the good of all he knew. The costs might be paid, but better paid once than... otherwise... he did not like to think of time.
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So swung our great weights. They were tied to beast that would carry them. Liquid devices that accelerated them. And could also accelerate us. The material found and created. All that is left used in these weapons. So it would be used to serve its purpose.
And it did accelerating itself into the enemies body it was the end of these enemies. The last hurray. A weapon that pulled us along, and allowed us to catch those who escaped.
There would be no more of this war, we captured them all. And we would replenish our ranks from the enemies when they go through our pods.
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A great weapon, a great victory... But we still see that enemy today! They have come unto us and they have tamed beasts! He did not know, and what do I not know?
The weapon? No matter who I approach we cannot create it's type again, the material lost, used up and past it's time. And what of the enemy? They hide from us, are rarely seen. and sometimes not at all. We now have scouts. There is a role of He Who Sees. But the last one of those avoids us. And if that's what happens to our resources I cannot find wrong in that.
If what is seen, and what is used to see is lost, it is only a matter of time until the hive itself is lost. And that... is a thought of time, I do not like thinking of time. But with the others forgetting...
No, I can find another to hold that role, there is another to hold that role. And while he does not listen to us, he acts beyond his role. And the previous one to hold that role cooperated with us greatly.
When he awakes, he will be given this role as well.