Post by Vyrex on Nov 14, 2014 20:16:11 GMT
<<Space is cold and extremely hot. I was not prepared for this inevitability. I did not know why the space monster was the way it was. I did not know why it had such a hard carapace with spikes. Why it had such long, beautiful wings that could unfurl and close. Gossamer strands that could almost absorb the most powerful blasts of radiation from my sun. The continued decomposition of the body and processing revealed to me that a solar flare happened at exactly the wrong time, ending the life of the unusual creature. It was perfect for me, however. I spent a great deal of resources researching the corpse. I incorporated its most basic structures into my being, discarding certain notions of design I possessed. The destruction of those mental pathways was not easy. Even more painful were the repeated attempts to reach...orbit?. Yes, orbit. I devoured more than a mountain to find the compounds necessary to build an orbital spindle. It was successful, in the end. The orbital growth pods were complete and immediately began birthing more pods. These would be the seeds with which I spread across the galaxy. I sent up more orbital spindles, the tendrils swaying across the sky like chchahitarisa..fields of short, bladed plants.
Yes, I do have an identification methods, possibly even what can be considered language. It’s just internal. Spoken language, the dissection of words and thoughts from others is something I have not done since the fire from the sky revealed to me who I truly am. Even then, it was merely cries of the poor monsters who lacked me. Thoughtless beings contained within the confines of a single body. It was a gift to consume them and take what was good. >>