Luckymoose
The World is Mine
Fear. Fear. Frantic struggle. Fear.
Soothing. Calming. Soothing.
Fear.
“No..no...noooo.” the Jun let out a mental cry.
Prodding in his mind were unknown entities, changing his thoughts, corrupting him from mother. He sensed a fallacy, a fake mother, she was not real. It was a trap.
Fear. Fear.
“Aghh.”
Death.
~~~
Of the dozen or so Maus ripped from the life giving soils, but a fraction of the collective mind remained active inside this monstrosity. Maus are intelligent creatures, however, and such a task must be seen as a tiny obstacle in the way of nature. The clumps of mismatched roots, mind fragments and other miscellaneous pieces merged. As was normal natural behavior of the Maus. When in shock, when near death or corruption, unify.
She was new, yet she sensed her aggressor. Her database was limited, separated, but it was sufficient to conduct prodding.
“You deflower...probings.”
The message was slow to transmit but the Watcher gathered it all up just the same. Two slow entities debating the concept of their communication.
“We are the Watcher. Who are you?”
Some time later the Maus replied. “I...you aren't she...confusing...but natural...”
Such an inconsistent reply as this was unacceptable to the Watcher. Tearing deeper into the Maus' mind.
“No sensation...forced...mustn't....”
Seemingly senseless information was now being withdrawn from the Maus cluster. Perhaps retaliation to the probing, perhaps the failings of a broken mind. As the Watcher dug deeper it was now certain that the Maus that had formed had disintegrated itself once more into useless fragments.
Soothing. Calming. Soothing.
Fear.
“No..no...noooo.” the Jun let out a mental cry.
Prodding in his mind were unknown entities, changing his thoughts, corrupting him from mother. He sensed a fallacy, a fake mother, she was not real. It was a trap.
Fear. Fear.
“Aghh.”
Death.
~~~
Of the dozen or so Maus ripped from the life giving soils, but a fraction of the collective mind remained active inside this monstrosity. Maus are intelligent creatures, however, and such a task must be seen as a tiny obstacle in the way of nature. The clumps of mismatched roots, mind fragments and other miscellaneous pieces merged. As was normal natural behavior of the Maus. When in shock, when near death or corruption, unify.
She was new, yet she sensed her aggressor. Her database was limited, separated, but it was sufficient to conduct prodding.
“You deflower...probings.”
The message was slow to transmit but the Watcher gathered it all up just the same. Two slow entities debating the concept of their communication.
“We are the Watcher. Who are you?”
Some time later the Maus replied. “I...you aren't she...confusing...but natural...”
Such an inconsistent reply as this was unacceptable to the Watcher. Tearing deeper into the Maus' mind.
“No sensation...forced...mustn't....”
Seemingly senseless information was now being withdrawn from the Maus cluster. Perhaps retaliation to the probing, perhaps the failings of a broken mind. As the Watcher dug deeper it was now certain that the Maus that had formed had disintegrated itself once more into useless fragments.