Living dead- Teaching Others

Hunger, you understand, has nothing to do with eating. You sensed this from the start. Hunger is about hunting. Even that word is insufficient, It is about communication.

  There has been much communication.

  The first fast-moving ones you found ultimately ran, leaving behind those who were no longer fast-moving, You waited, curious and hopeful. One by one, they woke up. They were you, you, you. You did not feel happy. Only satisfied. You have a gray memory of feeling this same flat satisfaction upon completing tasks when you, too, were a fast-moving one. The difference now is you also feel the satisfaction of the other yous as you spread out across the ship. It is like having long fingers. You cannot feel every detail, but enough to know you are united.

  You communicate more efficiently than the fast-moving ones. Perhaps more efficiently than fast-moving ones have ever communicated.
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You ascended from darker chambers to a place where air is crisper and light saturates. Up here, fast-moving ones are abundant, but you do not like to chase them. It is because of the fire. Fire comes from fast-moving ones. It is their furious words turned into heat, light, sound, smell, taste. You have not moved since beholding the fire. You do not think you will go any farther. You are afraid. It is a new feeling for you.

  Over time, things change.

  You passed the knowledge of how to climb ladders to other yous, and you did not let you down. You will never let you down. Fucker, Asshole. Piece of shit. Pile of shit. Pile of walking shit, None of these fire words matter. The fire cannot get all of you. New yous will replace the yous that fall.

- The Living Dead, chapter: You Are Not Alone