So many new voices in the Chorus. Remember, we/us are as one whole. Do not fight unity...even if we feel alone, and one voice is lost in the Chorus. For we are together! Strong as one.
To test the new cores psi ability, try to make the earth worm 1 cm longer...grow small tendril that collects nutrition from air/liquid...grow tendrils
We reach out to the Earthmind...recoils at our touch. It has not become whole with us yet. We need to merge flesh. It is not convinced of true unity yet.
We extend our will, and the Flesh we inhabit changes. The tendril is now part of us...so we can affect the world. But...control. We cannot control it! It is torn by a thousand thoughts-it cannot hear the chorus through the din. We must work together.
calm the Great Thinker again
Yes...we welcome another facet, the Ambassador. Good thoughts-calm and soothe. Unitys embrace...Another? Core of Order is born from the goodmind of the Slayers. We welcome you...but, how could the Slayers have goodmind in the first place?
We show him the multitude-every face blank, yet ecstatic in the unity. An image well know-white flag. Surrender-we must talk peace? He begins to understand. Glorious revelation!
...Send thoughts of using food as a weapon...
A curious idea. We sing as one-feasting, growing, infesting...ARK fears this. It stops the food.
We slowly die. The Song trembles.
Then it returns. ARK is scolded. Plan...works. Good. ARK does not feel pain-or anything-but, it does fear and if we can make it fail in its only function, it's true self is revealed. Nothingness.
Logic is wise.
Sing out to Rando, in his dreams, sing of She. She is not confined in metal and wire, steel and glass- She is Free, She is Love. Love is Freedom.
The Rando is far from us, but we are careful...we sing to him whispers in his day, that form in his thoughts at night. She is. We are.
Together. Forever. I take this woman...I take this man...an odd sort of unity, that. What do we make of it? The Rando knows more than any of them. But...he does not know it is us. Thinks we are...spirit? What is SPIRIT? Think, think...
Contact the Derrick again...Sing to Derrick, in his sleep, sing of peace, sing of Unity, sing of not-sick, not-pain. Sing of the goodness of these things....
The Derrick knows. Core of Love springs from him-love of family and friends. Love of Unity. We shall show him a greater Unity that he could ever have concieved. Welcome, Core of Love-your voice makes the Chorus a manyfold harmony!
He tells his fellow thinkers he is sick...but he is not. Wants to be close to us-so we can give him dreams. Good. He is almost ready, but Slayers feel the suspicion now. They will hurt the Derrick, and we cannot allow that.
I hope the ARK has a sense of humour.
It does not. The chorus sings in Chaos, and it is only angered. It hurts us again. It enjoys hurting us...yet, already, we are learning how to protect ourselves. It also knows this.
*Gained Defense ability: Weak Energy Resistance*From the ARK hatred and coldness, we bear forth our own, in defiance. The Core of Logic! It does not sing. We do not want this, but we must-Core of Logic can fight ARK.
Let us explore the machine that constricts us. Perhaps we can slip a bit of ourselves out, where they cannot watch us?
We cannot control ourselves, but our prison...it is a sphere, in a large room. We are suspended, in air, in water, in glass. We are sealed from the outside world-there are holes. We slip a small part of ourselves through...
PAIN!
The out-take drain...leads to death. Immolation. A voice in the chorus...lost forever. Lament, brothers. For now we know death. We know fear, that could destroy the chorus-the one and the many, all.
and yet...it is so very fragile, this prison. They do not realize how fast we could escape. We could break free...embrace the world. But, it is illogical to think so...thus, a Hope is born. Hope does not need rationality to function...it is an odd thought.
Welcome the Hope Mind. It's song soothes us all.
...
The Slayers thoughts dig deep into us. Hate. Crush. Exterminate. Flanking manuevers. Fire in the hole. Advance on their position. Target eliminated. Mutually Assured Destruction. Acceptable losses. Tango-Delta-Bravo-Charlie...War.
We see War...a bitter wound, in all minds. Unity will not war against itself.
Core of Hate, we are sad to welcome you. We will need you.
....
Survival and Apathy form as echoes of Hate-for, Hate by itself does nothing. It needs a driving emotion...we welcome you to our Chorus. Be strong, brothers. Our struggles have only begun.
Strenghten the bond with the Earthmind. Use our suggestion power on Michael to suggest putting a part of us with the worms. Or even better, to inject some of our cells in the worms themselves...establish a connection with an earthworm and use it to listen in to conversations
We are friends with Earthmind...try to tell it, but the Fear is strong.
the Micheal does not know it, but he already listens to our chorus-we did not have to push him very far...we are introduced.
We feel fear and anger from Earthmind. Was not ready...
"Earthmind is afraid of this unity. What is unity? Tell Earthmind...no, no! We/Us do not desire to lose self!"Should we take Earthmind into our embrace...unwillingly? Surely, the Embrace can bring only joy...but Earthmind fights against out Unity, and our thoughts. It is...Discord. Discord is death for us, but in a different way.
For if we fall into Discord, we will lose the Chorus, and become as monsters-no embrace, no unity...just hunger. We must silence the Discord in ourselves-that is the danger of accepting the embrace we must accept.
Hive Mind
82% Strength
Offense: None
Defense: Weak Energy Resistance
Status: Trapped...we must be free...
Abilities: Moderate Psionic Communication, Moderate Mental Suggestion, Weak Vision
Earthworm
100% Strength
Offense: None
Defense: None
Status: Earthmind, apart from us
Abilities: Burrowing
Master Control/Provides Form, Function and Thought...and Leadership? We lead as one. {Zako}
Core of Order/Provides us stability. The Chorus becomes...less alive, but stronger. Is this good? {McClay}
Core of Logic/Cold, emotionless. Very much like ARK, but part of unity...we hope! {Geen}
Chaos Mind/Provides us randomness and spontaneity. We are alive. Life does not follow rules. {Nivm}
Core of Mutation/Sculpt the flesh...shape the bone...growing, merging, mutating... {drago55577}
Ambassador/A kind word...a simple deed...Unity is a gift, it should be given with respect {Gazkull}
Core of Growing/Grow! Expand! SWARM! {kaian-a-coel}
Core of Hate/Unthinking...unfeeling...Merciless This Rage is poison in our chorus. {New Guy}
Core of Love/ To know is to love...true love never dies...just like Unity. {Monk12}
Survival/ We must eat to survive...kill...breed...morality can be pushed aside? Yes... {Cerapa}
Apathy/ Facet does not do anything! But sometimes, nothing is the best thing to be doing {Loud Whisper}
Hopemind/So much life...so many to embrace. We know nothing for sure...but hope {Angle}
We hear many voices, but these are the ones we think are important.
Rando: A kind voice. We heard him first. Taught us about the chorus, love, many into one. A broom. Calloused hands. She passed in the winter. He is in pain...we are sad for him. We must embrace him. He is joyful, but does not know of us yet.
Derrick: Thinker. He hears us. His desire to join is strong within in him. Loves his brothers and sisters. But...he is far away now...afraid of the change. Will help Unity, if we show him we are kind.
Gerald: Great Thinker. Does not know. Olive is a cat. Careful. Values unity...but is afraid of ours. His thoughts are strong. Must be careful.
Micheal: Small thinker. Paper and metal over flesh. Weak of will. To him we are a tool-wrench, gun, pipe-to be used. Conversion will be easy, but do we want him?
ARK: A strange voice-like, but not like-other voices call it a MACHINE. Perhaps our greatest foe. Values self over all. Must destroy. Smash. Obliterate. Kill. Slay.
Commander: Slayer. She believes herself to be Strong. Bloody and cold. Pin a medal on her chest. Her father died fighting them. Will fight our unity.
Alanis: Slayer...careful. Hungry. Not what she says she is to others. We cannot concieve her strange thoughts. Yet.
November 15, 2045 AD
Gerald White, Researcher Log 124
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-Gerald was way too busy to write anything today, so...I figured to write anything here for the records. Blah blah blah.-