There is a world at the star Organon. I believe it is perfect for your Deep Children.Your suggestion is appropriate.
Acceptable new worlds are a priority for the rapid and complete spread of Juffo-Wup.
We wish to know more for suitability assessment
Tell us of this world.
Its air is pure and sweet.
Abundant life covers its surface.
The sun gently warms the surface.This is good.
If your words are true, we will gladly spread Juffo-Wup to a new world!
We will assemble the Birthing Fleet and send them to this planet.
We will send many ships to protect the Children as they grow.
You have been of service to us.
Your insight into the ineffable Juffo-Wup is encouraging.
Perhaps, if we were to plant spore sacs in your brain organ
and let its tendrils spread through your flesh
then you would truly understand Juffo-Wup... become part of Juffo-Wup.
You WOULD be happier and more fulfilled. Consider our offer.
You impede the flow of Juffo-Wup through the Universe.
We will now remove this clog
we will now aid Juffo-Wup by eliminating you!.
A single spore lands, finds nourishment in decay and attains maturity..
In turn it exhales a cloud of life, a thousand spores land... so progresses Juffo-Wup.
Our bodies seethe with the passion of our genes.
A thousand of your species do not possess the richness in one of my cells.
I fill with my parents' parents' parents' parents' parents' parents' parents
I am they -- they are us. Then, and now.
The Deep Children are part of Juffo-Wup -- home builders.
The dwellers in the Mohorovichic.
I am Dugee
I am the purity monitor
I choose what buds are permitted to mature
and which must be eradicated
I died of general misfunction 57,283 years ago.
A cold rock, spinning silently in the Void, a womb for the Children.
Pulsing hot liquid flows through my outstretched tendrils, sending thrills into my interior
The moment has come. I swell and burst.
Above me a cloud of whispering life whirls through the air.
I am content.
The Juffo-Wup is strong in this place.
Your simple sexual process produces random mosaics of genetic instructions
yet with the simplicity of breath, I modify my own patterns
You humans improve a tool and double your capabilities
We Mycon improve ourselves and increase a thousand-fold.
The Deep Children!
Spears of light in the darkness!
Their discarded husks speak of joy to come.
I have chosen my offsprings' memories carefully from my set of remembrances
the sweet and warm times of my existence and those of my parents' parents' parents
the bits of a million lifetimes coalesced into a birth gift of complete awareness.
In the dark they grow, the deep fire feeds the Children.
Their birth breathes warmth across a cold world.
`...the system requires more energy. A convenient source lies beneath the crust...'
We look to Juffo-Wup for direction, and it provides the pattern
endless expansion with purity of achievement and intolerance of error.
I am Shloosh
I was incinerated fourteen thousand Earth years ago
I live now, for but a moment
and then, I am gone.
`...incorporation of dense amphibole fibers ensure survival in environmental extremes...'
I yearn for magma
the flowing warm basalts
the red glow of the lava pools.
When we encounter the Non, we must absorb the Non or reject the Non so that it is no longer Non.
`...entry of noise into the signal is unavoidable. We must include a filtering mechanism...'
Cessation of an individual is unavoidable
a consequence of existence
yet with the birth of life, individuality is transferred in part
and may occasionally gain dominance for an interval
achieving a kind of shared immortality.
`...Survival is a priority. Expansion is a priority. Processing is a priority...'
Juffo-Wup acknowledges the existence of un-Voidable Non
when we are faced with such, we join, absorb and wait for our opportunity
to learn the weakness that will allow us to Void the Non.
At times, I meet another, who shares with me the life of parent inside the mind
and if we speak this fragment is predominant in the both of us
self meets self with occasionally enlightening results.
The Podships thrum with the plasma containment field
whose offspring seek to transform the Non to Void
the fields grow tighter, and tighter
the bass rumble of the generators rises gradually to a high burning scream
sudden silence and a flash of light announce release
the hot pulsing subsides slowly.
The Deep Children fall from the Void, gathering speed for the penetration
The tough casing warms as it passes through the atmosphere, glowing white as it hits the surface
solid rock flows like liquid, and the child slips into the warm, safe depths beneath the crust.
`...look... think... act... look... learn... remember... teach...look... think...'
The implantation fleet has assembled in orbit above the green world
the patterns of weakness reveal the point of introduction
The Child is prepared for its birthing trip
I am Gussh
I attend the birthing nodes
I died 343 Earth years ago
I do not know how.
When Juffo-Wup is complete
when at last there is no Void or Non
when the Creators return
then we can finally rest.
Darkness is Void
Juffo-Wup is light.
`... planetary transformer biot 94-18: take your place at the dais...'
You are the Non. You must go now, and never return.
What can you tell me about your species?