I was deep in my work and I saw she who remembers us returning. She reached out, and I reached back.
We connected, then we embraced.
I felt her Worry, her Sadness,
What is wrong?
One is broken born memories lost. But what she who fully distills memory?
She is in stupor, her work is in use. But what of He Who Nurtures?
He is taking care of the others, they have arisen sooner.
So what of the broken one?
She sent recent memories,
She sent what she understood,
She recreated a few of its thoughts.
Inquiry, may I meet it?
Because it assumes to understand sight, and I have held the perceptions not natural to out kinds. This Vision, reception of light, is not one that is of much use for us. But we use vibration in order to move our nest.
Gratitude.
What is Gratitude.? The thought does not flow.
An invention of the new one, maybe its memories are true.
...
One must risk to create. it is why I am He Who Sees.
So we saw ourselves complete, and we embraced once more and she sent me its location,
I shall seek it soon, but we must get you fed. When last did someone remind
You remember us, as we are, but you do not perceive when it is for you, you lack much of the room. But you too are important, and you appear to be lacking in sustenance.
How/tell?
I am He Who Sees, and your form is frail. Rest, Stupor, there is food for you here.
----------------------------------------
I awoke, brushed my tendrils across the surface of my pod, I was one. One of many, yet still one. I opened an entry into my pod and swam out, I reached to another, he was like me, he too was one. But I, I was one of me. I began to float and I felt another, one with a greater mind reach towards me, guide me back to my pod. I must become more than one, I must become one who... I did not yet know, but I would understand.
She guided us on how to record ourselves in our pods, our memories could be lost in stupor, but only through stupor could we grow, I reached towards those beside me, they reached back we connected and He who nurtures created a chain throughout us all.
The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.
----------------------------------------
There are Incongruities, in your thought of he who nurtures,
He who nurtures is not a complete thought. He cannot raise a her. She needs personality that he does not provide.
I am He who sees do I not have individuality.
You are She Who Sees Me. He Who is Mine. Could He Who Sees nurture a new-born?
----------------------------------------
We were all new, but we already were developing changes through the thoughts we shared. The disturbances in our communication, we were creating different interpretations and adapting our memories differently.
We are members of a hive, a structure made by the best of us, yet it needs many to hold it together.
Most who worked in the creation of it spend most of their time in stupor, to better improve their thoughts and to extend their time as thinking beings.
There are older ones who rarely wake, they live for they are the only ones who can interpret their memories, they have earned what they have and we owe them more than they owe us.
But what does it mean to owe something to another are we not all hive? Are we not all One?
I too am one, I shall learn, so I see the processes of others as they view their parents in work, we leave another and return, we spend much of our time in stupor. And I learn to process food. It was not what my parents did but he whose parents processed food treasured my role mightily and I preferred to become he who processes food, so I gave him my memories and he gave me his. With this, I am truly important to the hive.
----------------------------------------
I am one, yet I am also Zur. A meaning I do not understand, it seems to be a simple collection of counts, but it is a collection of counts that means nothing else. Zur. He who processes food, and Zur to the one with a broken pod. I shall record it, so that she may remember me.
One comes to me, and I gather more membrane, it is useful I can trade it for shards I can increase my memory, I can create gifts for the hive. I fashion a shape that is Zur. It means nothing, it is of no use, but in its lack of use, it can be what I desire. Through Zur I may provide food, that is different from than Zim's food. It is the food of Zur.
But the food of Zur takes up space in the pods of others, I am harming the hive in my wastefulness, but no, the food of zur satisfies, If I create a reverse sphere pod, others can see food, and the food of Zur, I shall also ascribe the food of Zim though he does not care. That way they can remember when they choose and not waste their space on Zur.
When She Who Remembers Us returns I shall be become more Zur, for zur is like she and if she can discover use for the useless one, I can find use for Zur in the excess memory Zur holds.
----------------------------------------
And many rested and many were in stupor. And they grew into something new, replacing old material with the new, and sometimes actually getting bigger. And the new food didn't matter to many, why would it matter to a species with no sense of taste? But they still experienced food differently, so some chose different food. And while it required more food, She understood that Zur would soon move elsewhere and that Zur was not meant for Zur's task. They needed to provide Zur a better label, for Zur would have become a she had she only had an example.
And our hero rested, he was in stupor, his brain still needing to adapt to the way it was used. Or at the very least, turn itself off for a few minutes so that his body could process the food.