Not Alone

[Mithra]

I watch, incredulous, as the body I ride pilots a ship, flying to defend us all. We fire, blazes of energy catching other metal shells, sending them tumbling into the void before they vanish in a cloud of fire. We capture pilots where we can, dragging them into the hold of our ship. They are fearful, they rage, plead, bargain, try to kill themselves. We prevent that. We take the useful ones, the tools we can use. The others we ignore, throw aside, flawed.

I hear the voices that echo, great rumblings and crashings as titans of mind speak and all listen. Smaller voices, with no less authority, speaking to human minds, controlling, directing, seeking something. I am not privy to the deepest thoughts of what is called Mindshare, I know not what we seek. I am curious, and I ask why and what we seek for. I am told it is no concern, that we will find what we need as we need it. The voice that answers me is immense, eternal, greater by far than all I have ever seen or heard or felt or know. I stop asking.

They tell me that I distract, trying to see and question. I stop, but sometimes I ask again. They stop letting me see now, and I am to ponder things. I think about my home, the one I left behind.

As my mind slept, my body ceased to send it information. I feel nothing, see nothing, and hear nothing. I am cut off, an island adrift in eternity.

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