So, where is Zim? hmm, the food processing place seemed to be attached to the bottom of whatever it is we are dwelling in, so if I push against it gently... There is less give in this direction like it is pulling against something solid let's go this way.
Well, I'm not finding anything let's try again. Ah, I was off by a bit rotate a bit in this direction and check again, never mind found zim.
I reach out, and zim reaches out in return, (wait this isn't zim I'll call this one Zur).
Zim? Zur? Apparently, we, (whatever we are), refer to others by their role, we can never know if the one who is currently acting in a role is in stupor or not, and all of us use an equivalent he,
he who processes food,
he who harvests (I can't make this out,)
he who turns it into membrane (I believe that tendril-fabric is a better descriptor membrane refers to its main usage and that's too complex a thought pattern for me to understand at the moment),
And him means he who I am currently talking with
And what I've been interpreting as "her/she" is used for a measure of specificity, if something can only be done by that specific member, so she who is such as... I'm not yet sure, it's complicated.
Anyway so Zur, or the current he who processes and provides food, requires shards or tendril fabric as payment, and I still have some tendril-fabric to spare, so I trade-in for as much food he makes me assured will remain fresh.
Gratitude. Then, I inquire on the value of space,
Zur, inquires of my ignorance,
I project my assistance,
Zur respects my identity but wonders how that thought construct will help create better tools for the hive.
I inquire on the content of hive, then am overwhelmed by the density of the deeper meaning. I'll ask at a later date, once more Gratitude, and I'll be on my way.
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I find, He whose pod was cracked, by tracing the pressures on the bottom, I searched my memories for any other one who'd cause such effects and none come out as relevant.
I reach out to him. Oh, he learned how to extend our reach, that's great. I reach out to him. And inquire, what is all that surface-pressure? He demonstrates a #((, no @(*, a grip-spheres, okay I understood that time, he hands one over, an interesting use of membrane, how does it work? It gripe the bottom?
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I send understanding,
He inquires on its usefulness,
I have not the complete understanding on how to realize so.
He inquires Who,
The waking ... architects/council, that is how he can understand it, he cannot wake them until he can communicate and his grip-sphere won't be useful for we can float.
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We can swim. I did not record that memory did I, how am I supposed to learn, I return her shard on uses of the tendril fabric, I have that recorded in my memories, she seems to wait for a bit, then gives me another shard, communication, but mainly floating.
I return gratitude.
She wishes to provides me with more working materials, she seems to pity me, and she fears I will die if I cannot provide them, she mentions that there are others who will approach me for the benefits I may be able to bring, but she has no understanding of their use.
She tries, I understand, and she's spending time and effort on trying to help me, I am indebted I will put her down in my memories, Gratitude. From her?
Gratitude. I feel sorrow from her, I try to comfort her, but I don't know-how. My memories aren't compatible. She says others will come, and she leaves.
I think it is my fault, well, into the memories of swimming I go.
Incredible, I am not going to figure out how to move my body this way it will take too much memory space that I don't have, while my manual dexterity and object manipulation is quite good, the way I can move my main body is quite lacking, and I use more of my tendrils than others of my kind do in order to perform the same actions.
Well, what can I create that will help? How can I earn my theoretical keep.
First I need to think of our kind differently, we are ocean creatures, we have tendrils, we are intelligent, we act as a sort of underwater-hive species. I'll just refer as sea-minds for now, we live in an sea and we have minds, I'll know nothing else.
And those thoughts took me far too long, what of swimming, I guide my tendrils across my memories. I...
I have not understanding so I sleep, I return to a state of stupor.
And I awaken, fish, they have fins, there fins help them move throughout water, I can knit the tendril-fabric into shapes, and my dexterity is at a level expected of most sea-minds. So if I could create a sail like fin, with small flaps that can be manipulated with our tendrils, I can make more efficient our travel.
And one design, and this cannot move.
Another nearly get's lost in the still waters, I make a thin string so I may keep hold of them.
We but to test these I must try and swim, and I cannot track my movements throughout my water, for all of my efforts I am still blind.
I grip the bottom to remember confidence, and rest.