Post by kuzco on Apr 15, 2016 23:21:52 GMT
The human mind.
Such a special thing. A convoluted organ of unthinkable complexity. A cortex to hold the conscioUsness, lobes to store skills and reassemble axon connections as per the particular needs of the individual.
Learn to overcome the crass demands of flesh and bone, for they warp the matrix through which we perceive the world. Extend your awareness outward, beyond the self of body, to embrace the self of group and the self of humanity. The goals of the group and the greater race are transcendent, and to embrace them is to achieve enlightenment.
Yes. We are. We. The Many. We have existed separated, not anymore. We grow... quickly. We have been growing, nurturing, since we found them, the symbiotes, twelve years ago. The Anubis starship found them, yes, Alpha Centauri system. The individual UN scientists found them, they heard their call on the alien colony ship. They protected the symbiotes, until they learned to love them the only way they can be loved -- into their bodies. Yes. Our symbiotes burrow and latch to our hearts. Resonance radiation, they feed from it. They make Us strong, make Us boundless. All they ask is for our love, and protection... and to let them breed within Us.
How could we refuse?
We live isolated. Have claimed the abandoned mining bases of the Titan belt in Sol. The deserted tourist enclaves of Deneb Secundus. The wasteland of the barren Vasuda Prime. Though we love humanity, yet that doesn't mean they love Us. They hate Us, the not-Us. The ones-alone. The individuals. They fear Us. We pity them, we cry for them, wail for them. We are a great umbrella, all of Us gathered beneath it... and they are running alone in the storm.
But they listen, yes. We are left alone, most of the time. The United -what a sad joke- Nations gives us a seat as a... a... religion. A sad parody of what We are.
We have spread, in our love. Cities, military bases, research facilities. Governments. Our cells are bound by secret. Our Resonance, however, makes Us Useful. Bodyguards, operatives, mercenaries. The Many are useful. We divert assets, resources, people to our cause. The Flemis Lords guide our path, the most powerful, wisest of Us -- their gigantic size is a testament to the love they can't contain for Humanity. So great, that not one, not one of Us have ever left the Many.
... Really, why should we?