I woke up, not remembering falling asleep. Did I hunger? No,, I still had some of the food Zur gave me, No, there was more, it wrapped in a strange plastic-material... Huh, how was I supposed to get this open? I reached for my attempts at making artificial fins, but the tendril fabric just didn't work for this purpose. at least not with my current ability, but regardless, my research is at an end for now. I reach out into the world around me, and I feel something, wait, I reach towards it and, it's a rock,
No it cement!
Actually it's probably just rock.
Then someone reached towards me, and...
Amuesment,
Who are Xim? He who sees,
Why am I here? She brought me here? She's in stupor?
Anoyance.
Okay okay I'll stop,
Inquiry, Reach further?
I Xim extends more tendrils in my direction, I'll allow it.
Why are you here mammal?
I do not know, you believe me?
It is the truth as is seen,
Xim continued sending to me, but as always I didn't to understand. Ah, an Inquiry.
Pod-Memory, Xim/He sees, Trust? Shard,
He handed me a shard, It was larger than the others, actually it had about 20% of the surface area the inside of my pod had.
He wanted?
Could I?
All that I am was in my pod, all that remained of what I was, but, It came at the cost of what I could be, of what I meant to be, Would he change it?
Look, see, alter nothing.
Understanding, agreement.
I moved out and I let him look.
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I see, but I do not see all, yet these memories they are not of our kind, this perception is not what I was able to create, and the way all of it interlocks. It amazes me, how could something live and think yet be so different. How could an organic brain retain so much? It was like the gaint ones. There is one who invests his entire life into trying to desipher their vibrations, but this one cannot help him. For this one still struggle to speak, and the vibrations, that are sound, that are words, are one thing. But their pattern and definition differ to greatly from the sea giants.
I retract, recording what I can understand, and return to my crafted-shell, replacing a few shards.
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I returned to my pod, and xim handed me something, I griped it with my tendrils, he guided me And I gripeed it differently, and suddenly through it, I could perceive the space around me, I was in a house for lack of a better word, with half made constructs all around me. Shards affixed to some of the walls and a larger pod all tied to a pod twice the size of my own. He was there larger than me but not by that much, wrapped in a shell made of multiple pod shards put together in a particular pattern as if there was a maze he could move his tendrils through to maximise internal surface area.
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I was made aware that some of this information was being conved through the information provided by the shard he gave me, and I could not see the object that allowed my perception, but I knew it was fragile and larger than I was. I let go.
Xim reached towards it and took it back. He inquired and I passed to him my fish-fin prototypes.
Curiosity,
I should eat.
I thanked him for the thought and tried to open the strange plastic food bag. Xim watched, and I felt his amuezement.
He guided my to a thing strip of tendril-fabric, and used ti to saw an opening in the bag, I was to hold the bag onto my body and let myself absorb the nutrient.
I inquired on the absence of taste, and he inquired on my absence of worry for taste.
When I think about it, I don't really care for taste, food is a chore, it brings us no pleasure, but we eat what is presented to us on instinct.
Why?
To not become too full, to stop asking too many dumbd question and to sleep as the young for a short period, I am growing, and I need to let my body and brain grow as well.
So to stupor I went and I slept.
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Xim, funny labels to apply, but it was not necessary, He Who Sees is He Who Sees. But those who go out, they could use 2-count communications. He Who Sees, should thank she who remembers for lending him her shards. She must rest, and he must return them so that she may see them in her stupor. He wonders how long he can accompany the new one before He requires rest. There is a treasure trove of potential growth here, if only this one can build for itself. It is still young. But it will have to go out, how best can he equip it before his stupor, as it will need to provide for itself somehow, and there are none for it to trade with.
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Zur was to become She Who Feed. But that was not Zur, Zur was Zur, who optimise, despite all Zur was, despite the existence of others, Zur was more He Who Process Food than Zur was She Who Feeds. Zur would provide what others needed, but zur would do so as more than a She.
Zur was not what the hive needed, but Zure could no longer perform Zur's old task with the same efficiency, Zur must go into the hive and provide what Zur could. So Zur turned to those that slept and provided, with the shards Zur had collected she left small thoughts, and a request for return, Alongside the preservation sacks Zur had acquired. Zur would go out and find another Zim, so that He Who processes food can still be.
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I am He who processes food, a task I can fully be with it I require little Stupor, and I can collect remnants of others thoughts. I am what the hive needs to survive, I am satisfied, in being a role.
I know not what it means to be satisfied, but Zur who found me this task, would not provide it were I not. And I understood myself to be not Unsatisfied, I was unwilling to be so. I will not remember so. I am He Who Processes Food.
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He who processes food awoke form his stupor. There was another here to distribute the task, He inquired on the other him's need for stupor, and they could always have one be waking, He gave to the new him a number of memories so that the new him could better integrate himself into his role. He would continue to be Zim who processes food, to better differentiate Zim for He who processes food. As he was not yet as capable as Zim. Zim had been doing this for many more counts, and Zim had memories and methods better than all others. When he became zim, he was expert. So him being an expert would zim return to be the same.