As much as Miranda wished to believe she had control over the megamycete, it was an illusion they allowed her to have. For awhile her goals had aligned with theirs to grow, her considered failures adding to their mass.
There was one unforeseen consequence of having a ‘family’ driven host and the collection was starting to become more curious over the obsession.
Digging through memories within, data sorted through much like the human scientist studying a new and fascinating discovery. Why was the species so enraptured with offspring? Their host could only answer a few of their inquiries and the rest was provided by the visions and feelings the sacrificed mass provided.
Was it pride in watching something one made grow? Was creation itself a source of joy? Was the frustration really worth the fleeing emotions of ‘love'?
It was hard for them to understand without true experience.
Strands of them were spread close and far, they could feel the latest creation if barely, another one of Miranda's believed failures. What was considered a failure though, mass was mass, for humans, flesh was flesh. She had sent the strand away though instead off adding it to the archives, the distance was straining but they could still feel them.
What they could gleam from the random updates was that it…she…was trying to grow as well. Unfortunate, for her biological system seemed to be her upcoming downfall.
Then…there was another pulse…one that seemed to have pulled themselves from the man-made creations grasps.
Would the new one be considered a natural creation then? One made out of the nature around it’s death then the labs the mortals were fond of. Would it be considered its own branch now, instead of being just another piece of them?
They wanted to reach out to the new being but distance slowed any messages they could send out and the other was much like a newborn. Hadn’t quite grasp what it was yet, didn’t know it wasn’t human, but something more. Ignored any attempts of connection because it wasn’t sure what the connection was.
Poor thing…only knew human life…didn’t understand that it was now part of something greater. They couldn’t show what the newline needed to know, to grow…for awhile it would be stuck on its own, much like different species of this world, it would mimic the dominant one to survive.
Mimic its old human life when it should be free of that concept now.
Overtime, whatever time was to the mortals, they learned from fleeing thoughts from the creation, much like an elder observing a young one learning how to walk. Brief moments shared through its-his eyes subconsciously, always subconsciously…he didn’t truly know of them…only on a very base level his own biology would recognize theirs.
They wanted this piece of them that wasn’t truly like them, they could show him what they knew and he in kind.
Come home, dear child, come home and be one with us.
Is this what their current host fought for, how strange…how novel to have something in common…
Then…he was closer…
Close enough for their whispers to dig deep within him, they could feel his hesitation, his doubts…and they soothed over those terrible interfering thoughts with their own.
Come, join us and be whole. We will keep you from harm, we will let you grow as you should…
No more lies of humanity, no more hiding…come home…
He may fight them now…but they have learned from Miranda, all children must obey…home inches closer everyday.
In the end, Ethan Winters will go to where he belongs…
