The Hive grows. Across entire star systems you feel the chorus of your children ever expanding, ever diligent in their duties. Your mind has stretched to cover entire civilizations who are even now only beginning to even learn of your existence.
In less than three of the Union's months, you have gone from having only yourself and your thinker, to a vast swath of territory and the military force to keep it. Your technology, accelerated by your study of the natives to this region of space, has leapt exponentially beyond what your previous generation could have imagined. You cannot help but ponder on this, finding a rare moment to relax as your thinkers calculate various mundane projects to completion along the fringes of your conscious. You sit in your throne room listening to the hive around you, and you can hear the static, the meaningless waves of echos in the ever present tachyons rippling through spacetime with infinite simultaneity, rippling across reality like an ocean, carrying the thoughts of your hive across space like the neurons of a massive interstellar brain.
You watch silently as the human guests and allies interact within the chambers of your hive, fumbling about in an attempt to convey their thoughts to each other like a never ending game of charades, and you can't help but wonder how you reached this point, how you managed to go from being alone on an alien world struggling for survival to this moment, surrounded by allies both innumerable and individual, organic and synthetic.
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