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MYCON
QUOTES
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 Release! 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? |
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