There was much to do. But Zur understood the danger to the hive. There would be war if they who remembered war continued to have such an active role in the hive.

Others knew more. But all these shards' recording experience in the hive may be used by Zur and the others working with her. They were not just mine. But enough were gathered here. And He Who Duplicates and She Who Remembered have more. They shall be returned when the crisis is over and those holding them are awake. And if a necessary role is to be filled, some of the shards must be used.

She Who Perpetuates had manipulated currency. She understood best the cost of projects. And with her experience she equipped...

Zur will understand what Zur wishes if Zur chooses to pursue that line of thought. And emotionally this is a good response, though I worry Zur will attempt to become me. I do not know what I am either.

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So to continue their task Zur gather a few others. She Who Preserves, She Who Remembers, He Who Guides, actually there were many who saw themselves as such. There were a few workers and some who were once warriors. Half of the squad from He Who Flies. She Who Ensures Creation was teaching and did not come. The waking gathered before some had to go into stupor. So the thought threw what could be done. And the actions of She Who Flies in the waking of others had turned the hive greatly. As the closest one to holding her position, what would Zur be?

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Zur would be what Ur-Im was. Though perceived to be He, a task not well applied for lack of communication. But Zur would be She, She Who Understands Names. individuals did not follow blindly, so first came naming the guides and soldiers who desired new roles. But so that they would move outside of war they needed to be fed. So that's where She started.

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What is held, in high esteem, that is lost to me high esteem, that is still lost to me. Many care for the thoughts of the hive, but I don't even give them a place in my memory. I am She Who Remembers War, and I am awake again.

But that is not right. Caring is within my role, And this perspective is one built anew. I think of myself because I cannot fit within a form or function. That is rare, for I had form and function. Yet, it has been damaged. I reach to the memories of the one besides me. But He Who Transfers Memories of War. No. It is He Who Organises Memories of War, it is a more complete view of the role. But he would be returned to his pod for stupor, as he could hardly move. Then she would return to her pod and reconstruct herself further.