Here we are. Without a hive. Facing what was once our enemy. And they could again become our enemy. Remain our enemy. But even if we defeat this enemy we shall not become a hive again. But they lack crucial roles. And they need our understanding. Their resources plentiful but they cannot compress their memories. And they still hunger. They want to integrate us into their hive. An end to the war. Peace.
But the cost is our identity. We shall with time become just another part of their hive, another people. We shall cease to be but as individuals. And even as individuals, we shall be part of a different whole.
And yet, we have little choice but to accept. Yet a thought comes through our conglomeration. We compress memories, we interpret memories. We store them to a greater degree than they ever could. We can become roles within them, and we can compress and multiply and teach. And within what is compressed, within the roles, we create within them. We can put what is us. Our hive has not fallen, it has fallen into stupor. And their hive shall become the pod the memories and the pieces that we shall create to awaken within.
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She Who Understands War leave the old pod. And He Who Contiplates moves to her. She should not have seen that, it is a danger...
She interrupts his thoughts with her own. Full of conviction she sends. It does not matter. The hive is in danger and it must be preserved, if this is what victory brings it must be prevented from happening again.
He is unsure, she should not know and exist knowing. Maybe he should...
I learned of an absence in the necessary roles, and in there are the consequences of conquest. What will be lost to the war effort is what can be acquired from the enemy. Ane in victory we shall integrate themselves. It cannot be.
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And it is a greater threat than even her knowing. So He must accept that. They shall advance and do what needs to be done to prevent the war and calm the hive.
They reach conviction and continue in their task.
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She Who Preserves does not need stupor. She knows her task, acted in it efficiently, and has done what she can to preserve the hive. And continues to do so to the best of her ability. But still, she wishes for wonder again, but he shall understand when she wakes.
But she continues on her way She works with They Who Count Units, and controls the movement of much wealth. The task becomes easier with a controlled unit of scouts. And one who understands the names of desires of others. So there is a level of control of action that is being applied. And starvation among the workers is prevented. Unless the hive acts externally. And that is the fear.
But that too shall be addressed, and while she assists those acting towards it, it is not her goal. She understands not what to do there, and can only act as a preventative measure when needed. And for that she is not needed.
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And Zur, She Who Understands Name. She would go out into the hive.
Bim, He Who Flies, lead a unit, but his leadership was needed less and less.
Bur, Who Scouts. He creates new paths. he discovers paths. But he exists in peace and in pursuit of peace. There shall be efficiency in the hive to make war less expensive... But knew not what Bur truly desired, but he had a place in his role.
Crui Who Creates Paths, would maybe be she who creates paths. A role ill-defined even in war. And a role of Crui's own creation. Crui did not even know what the end role would be, but between then there would always be Crui. And Crui understood much.
The rest of them did not embrace names. And maybe did not need them. It was too reminiscent of war, and Zur would not push. But they who excepted them had a reason. And Crui understood names best. And when he became what he would become, or what he would become after. He would begin to name as well.
So individuals went through the hive again. And through an understanding of He Who Flies individuals could resist orders. Or choose not to go to war. And when they choose their own actions... It would slow the approach of war.
But she knew it was not enough, and she did as much as she could. So she would go into the hive. But first, she needed better understand the problem. So she returned to the shards and dwelled in the memories of others.