We continued, then we continued some more. It seemed that my inability to swim, to move quickly, was part of it.
Soon, she sent to me. I really wish I had some way to measure time here.
Add she stopped, and she helped me reach felt showed me to another of one of us. Zim (apparently our reproduction required, the cooperation of a number of individuals, and yet she was definitely a she. But it was not gender as I thought of it. I would call this one Zim, as a sort of mental shorthand, instead of simply covering the thought bundle that was my perception of Zim.)
She smacked me with a tendril, She sent Pain, Well, moderate pain. Fine.
Zim sent inquiry-membrane, oh, request, no it was payment, I pulled out a piece of membrane and zim handed back some-thing, I took it into my pod to get a better look at it. I scanned it and I wondered where was my mouth?
----------------------------------------
As He was confused I *%) and I communicated, I sent him my information package on what was wrong with Him, and inquired on the how things were at the great nets. It was going well, he, was going to be devoured if I tried to find him room there.
What should I do with you... Apologies, we are not still meant to be touching now I didn't mean to send that. No, you consume food by...
----------------------------------------
She tried to explain how we ate. Then she sent a memory, and I didn't get it, she passed me a shard.
Oh, that's where my mouth was, I had to do what? Did I absorb it over time? Oh, wait, this food was already processed I wasn't going to be using parts of it for materials. I sent Gratitude. back. And I began to feast.
----------------------------------------
Gratitude. Wait. He was able to send such an isolated closed idea, progress. It would be quite incredible what he could do with communication if he could communicate properly, well, I guided him away, helped him anchor his pod, rewrote a shard with how to deal with membrane, sorry tendril-fabric, and left to get others.
This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author's consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.
----------------------------------------
She left, what was I supposed to do now?
This tendril fabric is quite interesting. You can rip it, glue it or fuse it to the pod-material Make and even tie it to the ends of my tendril to widen my field of view, let's get to that.
So that's how it works. Wait, what's this weird material at the end of my tendrils? I brushed the inside of my pod, there should be a shard here. There! It was so I could feel farther, or see farther, I can't not think of my primary method of seeing the world as sight, especially since I'm using some of my hearing memories to water flow, and communication, well I had to split that, and what about this wasted space in my old memories? Oh, that's smell, it'll be interesting how I can make connections with this smell thing, its similar to the feeling I got when eating food, hm, if I build a compressed connection here, and another one there, I can store my memories 20% more efficiently.
But now that that's been done, I'll rest.
I awaken from my stupor, and I panic. What have I done? I just spent I don't know how long working on my past memories and I don't know if I ruined something. I don't know if I'm the same person I was before! It's okay, breathe. Oh, how was I doing that?
It takes time to figure out how to breathe again, And I am perfectly aware of how much time it was, it took 427 counts, I would say seconds but I have nothing to measure it against, and I can't trust my memories on that now can I? Even if I could I wasn't breathing I probably wasn't the most consistent in the measurement of time. And on the topic of time, isn't it interesting how I was aware of time passing, I start counting again and start to fall back into stupor.
This time I dream, weird past experiences light, sound, a spider walking across a wall, I wonder if that could help me walk better.
Stringing some tendril fabric across the bottom of water the ground is, I test different walking methods, The one she sent me seems to be the most efficient. Imagine that.
Actually, if I drag my tendrils across the ground that way, and add friction by using the tendril fabric this way, I get weird stick wheel-like things, and if I travel like this, Yes, a lot more efficient.
Well, if I can't provide value in any other way, I might create wealth by revolutionizing the art of walking.
But first, I should probably stock up on food.