10th February

Nice to be in a larger room, plenty of space to stretch. No camreas as such on watch of me. No need to squeeze into tight shapes. Importantly I was having the rest needed, answering occasional calls and emails from the Mantis Queen, gal pal over cute wedding traditions. I have a better idea of the vast guests and their power over systems. Just going through the guest list alone was full of people that made contracts with my sibilings while I was 'dead'. The vast networking and accessibility of what this party really was pretending as wedding. A war of word games. I felt it wise to brush on the many languages, to pick up what common wording for the phrases that out guest will be using. A sort of what in universal concept would be shared and how would they say it.

I had managed once again to make a suitable outfit myself for this wedding. The same coordination of the wedding outfit those two will have on their new bodies I made for them. I was styling for simple and not to much, not to out shine the bride and groom. This was very important to me so I went about making it all myself, asking my contact sources for the materials. My purchase list would confuse anyone unskilled.

"Your sister will be arriving soon, she was just telling me about how your brother went back to Earth for something. She worried about him." Mantis is the most perfect of allies becuase great minds think alike, she was chattering in excitement, "I will go with."

"I will arrange the agreement." I purr and instantly was putting needle, pins and threads down. Drap it all in cover, "Oh would you have the veil and hat I ordered or have we changed designs again."

"Yes. All the accessories you asked for and the materials you ordered from afar is coming with me."

"Yes. Alloy wiring." I take pause from walking past the full length mirror I had at a corridor end. I was mostly about to go change in the bathroom. But my stop was in looking at my reflection, how I still seem to grown more, "I am worried about this whole event. Not just it being the wedding and a gathering of powers." I see that a new claw in my left hand was replacing the last one... so quick. So soon, "I can almost feel it in me... I know. Something is wrong."

"Its adorable they way you think. There can't be anymore security that there already is. Whole world armies are banding together." I peer back to the wedding outfits at the door frame, a just another look at them.

"I know there is something bad coming. It be worth the extra armour." I grumbled, "Well anyways. What about time will it take you lot to be here? If I got time for a roast beef wellington to mature or not."

"Is this a gut feeling?" She asked.

"Just knowing. I have been at this searching for a lot time. I think I have gotten used to it. When it hits where it matters... you just know." She sighs at me, taking my words in deeper consideration, "Cases of parasites on earth attacking with no cause is increasing. Even those with no collar are showing symptoms of instinctive fear and stress. Those I have personally treated are having body alterations that mirror the fear. Of no fault of anyone's, things are getting worse. If the whole species is showing this. What preditors would they be afraid of?"

"For that, you make a good case. I take it you haven't information many."

"Parasites are now loving home pets to most machine types. It would hurt the vast majority. It would out pressure and fear on humans too. They already scared enough. Every case I seen in person has been met with humans watching me. They know something is up, humans aren't stupid." The agreement is been met with us both. The reflection of trying to pluck the information from past notice.

"We will be soon. Call it a month of travel to your system. The weeks of customs searching your package orders. There was also a suspicious delivery among you orders. The Commander is sending you something."

"He stole my compartment engine. I know it. He knows it. I screamed at him to replace it."

"What did happen to everything when you fell?" She asked.

"I took it with me." I purr, "The rest is a surprise. You said that they were worthless and useless. So I will be making my exchanges to do you a purchase."

"The items are still around?" The sounds shocked.

"You can't fool me. They stole my empty box and empty it was. I made sure of it, I can guarantee that." I purr deeply and finally started getting ready.

To look suitable for shopping. I went with a sort of fashion among the creature alliance. There was a lot of folks whom were four walking but able to use hands. The dress shirt tapers to comfortable movements while having modesty and warmth. The ice has started melting in small amounts outside but nothing spring like. A colder global climate would mean that were in the cold grasp for longer winter patterns.

"Knowing your knowledge of science and having a inside with the culture you know. Then I feel it be right to explain why those are valued. The creation of the crystals had taken entire planets lost to the sun. The many wars in order to ring down civilizations. The energy stored within them is plenty to last a ship into the edges of known space mapping. Enough for a return journey. The very properties that recharges them produces oxygen and there was rumor the Commander wishing it for powering a war machine." I guess I just bet the man to it, they are my brother and sister now. They bother were made with war in mind. Admittedly I am no worse for using them. Yet... I hope my brother never has to use it.

"Somethings never change." I sighed with the last touches of brushing fur and adjustable of my mask. My ears lowered at the meer narrowing of how small minded we of life are. I would be a hypocrite if I assuming I wasn't part if the problem, "Looking forwards to the party. Email you later. Any issues, call me."

"Sure." The links cut quickly. She must had a surprise guest suddenly. I pose with about to open my door around to make last checks with my sewing. Importantly I was checking my sibilings bodies. I couldn't help it in worry. I have the two put to locked storage, petting each with love. Hiding my sewing away. Imposing as some other protect laying around. I was in the mission of putting a cloth pattern in a key locked desk. There was a knock at my main door. I peer to the schedule and time softly on a digital image within AR. Not expecting company.

"Package." Announced loudly, I patter gently with chains to peering with edge. A machine reporter pretending to be a delivery man. A file offered. I flicked an ear.

"You would happen to have ID?" I softly asked the wave of a unit number. But the wave was with a shiver, "Little reporter... so I assume." The lowered hand of knowing it. She then a arm held of being more than just nervous with me, "I would offer tea but machines don't have taste buds." I close the door lightly and release the chains. I listened to feet shuffling... more then just her. Smells... there is guns. I crawl along the ceiling and reopen the door, "Do come in children. I don't bite much." The swat of stranger making fast moves to scan the immediate rooms and the confusion.

"Mrs Nick you are to be detained for breaking your silence agreement."

"Under what name? because you killed me three times. So choose a name." I hissed at them all.

"Pardon?" The detective among the group looking around at the rooms general stuff. My own art of things... places... the ways I know. Recreation of memories of my past. He slowed to a family portrait that took me years of hardship, how it held everyone I love. The recent addition of my sister in law to the image beside my brother, "Mrs Nick... would you happen to remember what reason why the bombs were dropped?"

"There were bombs dropped too... I guess they were old bombs from the cold wars." I pondered. They scan every inch of this place and still even the best of technology could no pin point me. They looked around all places still they didn't know. I can at least tell when they been near my projects and sensitive stuff. The touch and motion has alerts on my AR system. These set off enough times without my consent would send a machine down here to inspect my flat.

The detective taps a shoulder of someone, directing to the family portrait. My older self importantly. They scanned it with a device, bringing up a ton of information that clearly wasn't accessible. The two of them had to turn the device off and wait for it to stop over heating. Not that it worked, sparking and thrown quickly for someone else to care for.

The reporter gasped in shock of the the picture everywhere. Despite her situation of being a hostage, her mind was working overtime with inspecting my room too. I have no obligations to leave my house full of people. Not unless I know my sibilings are safe, these folks are a threat to them.

"Does my old looks remind you of something, children?" I had to adjust to be comfortable in how I stayed attached to the ceiling, "Does my face seem to be on something you were looking into?"

"The Photographer was what she was called. She cataloged the vast majority of all known cellular shapes possible. Her work was dangerous and was rewarded a noble prize in her effort to the plagues."

"The metal cup is a museum piece for sure." I hummed, "But that wasn't accurate. Are you testing me?"

"How was it not accurate?" Detective peers around at the pictures once again, "None of these are as the world is now."

"Those are in the hallways." I huffed and he goes looking around. He moved back out of there with taking a few from my living room. Goes back to the hallways, "Did you want a copy for your walls? I sell them authenticity, it does take me a long time to finish a order from scratch." The reporter was brave to take a step and peer a direction, "The art room is to your right, detective. My thoughts boards as I call it." He opened that door and about dropped everything in his hands. He backed out there, the toilet across the hall. A prolong of him cleaning up, and realized likely that I struggled to with such room. No doubt my claws have broken plenty in there. Once he seemed stable he looks around the ceiling a lot for sure. The reporter had to step away from him, as he near walked into her. He looks about the floor too, moving carpets from time to time. He was looking for something off.

"I do believe I think I know what you want." I hopped off the ceiling and sit on a chair. Sliding to stretch and laze across it. I coiled tucking up and shook the colouration to something mediocre, "Sadly I have nothing to tell or give you." I tucked more into a bun on the chair, "You should leave. You weren't invited here. I wouldn't want to piss of my brother either. He is very protective. He takes after me to well."

"At least tell me why your art room is full of such images." He gags a little just thinking about it.

"To explain how would need a puke bucket beside you. I too dislike those images and unfortunately they are sent to me to sort out." I can feel my ear flick on something, "If machines have a ambassador to sort any compicated crimes under their freedom of rights. Then you could see me being that role for something else. Machines can't taste or smell things. Yet it feels like I stood over those imagines as if I was there. I know the insights that both victim and killer sees. I just struggle with the location and times. You occasionally find them before I can act in legal stance. It a bad headache... no. It is a real nightmare."

"Ambassador for something else?" Detective pondered with that and jolts, "How do parasites communicate really? Do they really?" I sigh.

"Dear Lavander, do you think we would inform mother or not? They are crossing a fine line between local and international." I peer to her image as I waited on her guidance. She waved with that notion of informing mother. Who was quickly here in digital.

"Detective of the slum County. Here in my daughter's flat. No warrants. No invite." She glared angry AR the few machines here and at pause to the reporter, "A hostage too. If this was off books, then who is it you are really following the order of?" She hovered in scanning everything. I stay seated like good girl, "Touching things you shouldn't. It's a good things is just wedding preparations but this is beyond my best of moods."

"Mother." Jackle at my back then, "You still stand by what you assume."

"That poor little thing you have for a sister is still 9 percent human, idiot son." She hissed, "She has been her up most best to not cross business with pleasure. In fact, I say it's a blessing. Unlike you." She digitally was pulling his ear, "I have you to blame for giving me the responsibility of owning a pet. If you knew to the extreme lengths that how useful they are, you would be less considered."

"He doesn't use me as you would for Lavander. I would imagine that he has no need you either." I sighed at the family fighting and even lavander sits at my shoulder pouting, "The 198th case is going to starts in about an hour. I have stuff to do. I can't have strangers in my house." I added. The two of them in digital form took pause - because the number a case that meant something. I had to settle with just mind jumping to the case. Plenty of folks were there as open eyes and ears.

The oaths were just sworn in. The case was a higher court penalty then normal, serial killing cases. This was about to set a new law out for pets over weight limit and the restrictions of freedoms. Humans had big things to say about this case. Even larger was the public gallery full of those that wanted to come forward with a explanation... a turth. Word about the scrutinizing of the intelligence is about to be over turned.

"Stop the case!" A message runner, from the network mother no less. So I returned to the room around me, I put focus back with what I was up to. No blood around here. That's a bonus.

"The trail can't proceed without the ambassador." I faintly heard in my trying to understand the room around me.

"Of machines?"

"The creature alliance." So was requested in person. I give myself a good joint click and shook off a bunch of weight on me. The fleas crashing on my floor.

"I am very thankful to you for stopping the case." I directed to mother, "Now I have to finish finding where I put my papers." I pat my brother on the head on my way past, "Later tin can. So sensitive with me calling you the name I knew. Sassy doesn't suit you." I also paused and punched his arm, "That's for being a spoil sport. I am trying to sew you damn wedding outfit again." He looked offended, "I am going to have fruit cake on your wedding. It's like my only fricking demand as your wedding planner and sister."

"I am glad you didn't eat the last one."

"Thank his best man for being there. I would have killed someone." I go back to cleaning my pictures back on the walls and closing my art room. Vomit for a bit. So change clothing again. With putting the suit on, I was right about my thoughts this morning. Taller again. I was well hissy with moving idiots out if my way for my locked case. I picked up the file the reporter brought me, I skimmed a few pages through.

"Sheesh go find a text book child." I throw the file in a mess across the floor. I grumbled a bunch of things in several languages really and about spat at the detective too, "Sherlock is freaking inhuman too. Hide all you want. I can taste your fear." I flicked his nose because I can.

"Right. Are you done giving a misunderstand lecture?" Jackle cross arms at me.

"No! I am to busy for a full lecture." I punched his arm harder this time, "Instead I am kicking you all out of here. Dragging and screaming if I must. So God help me. I will break limbs."

"God? you religious then?" The detective asked. My tail torn a hole through the floor in front of him.

"Its a old human saying." Jackle explained, "So your not planning mass murder?"

"I am preventing mass extinction. You duns." I thrown him down the floor gap then, "And if it happens the other 942 planets are about to be food. Moron." I glare at them and everyone got the picture to leave.

"We will escort you to the court." They direct for me to leave frist. I wasn't falling for it. I had even broken the gun hand of the guy behind me. I was in a flurry of anger, grappling callors and throwing them out my front door. I was nice to let those whom let themselves out without pain. I fished my brother out too, carried him over my shoulder with one arm. He scrambled about very uncomfortable with it. Try as he might to squirm, he couldn't get out if my grasp. The lies about escorting me. Very mad. It was a step across the road. I choose this location for it. The more local police and peacekeepers were detaining the whole group from having illegal weapons on city limits, until proven otherwise with ID. They were not dress appropriately to be on duty and there was no information of a undercover sting operation for this district. I show my ID and Jackle's. Continue to carry him over my shoulders to the court.

The remote machine that the report was using deactivated into a rent use puppet for hire - a service that machines allow humans to remote borrow bodies for jobs. It's how most camrea or TV series are filmed now. It her motions of control tell me she was using a sleep control, where a human in dream can access AR system for remote access. She was likely among the pews of the court section.

"Lady Nick!" The press to slow to follow and also then horrific of how I am still carrying my brother over my shoulder. I put him down once past security. Habit of fixing his clothing up and pat of head. I stiffen up and straighten. A last peer to the double doors.

"This is the last chance." I soft mournfully, "This civil war is about to be world world. And now... our world wars are about to be the turn of heads on all 91 other planets. Galaxic war. The perfect time for the thing we fear the most to ate us all."

"How long have you been compiling the evidence for?"

"When you thought I died in my alteration." I replied, "I stopped beable to communicate with the body you could see. Years I cried at you feet hoping you would hear me. You can asked Lavander later." I kicked the doors as it sounds restless in there. With a whistle of my throat everyone stop and gave me that attention. I walked forward, looking back at him a last time, I hoped he would stop me or follow me in. But he was frozen in fear it seems or just unable to punch me. Since his update, the patch work to prevent humans being hurt was locked over him again. I tried to tell him then. The door closed, he was out of the daze as the locks engaged.

"Ambassador of machines..." The jury stood.

"No. I am the ambassador between machines and creature alliance. More importantly, I became the voted administrator of law over all those you deem parasites." I took a few small steps, "Before I start, there must be a few things I wish on record. A explanation and a open to open your minds a little to how serious it has to be for me to be here." I brought a hand of claws out and set off a weapons detection alarm. I put the claws away, the system stops. I turn to the public and I made my demands. The turn over a mass putting weapons to the nearest secuirty person. The alarms silence. I moved among the crowds to make a jump through the fencing. Once I had the floor and seats are returned. I peer to one member of the jury that also gave up a weapon to.

"So what is it you wish to inform us before this case begins?"

"War never changes." I shrug, "All things that live have a purpose to find for ourselves. Existence is up to use as individuals to carve up and accept. Human history is full of such achievements and examples. Things you wished erased from the ears of alien visitors." I directed to the very clearly notnhumans of the room, "This was a final war hidden in plan sight from humans. They to have a history. Lost things. learn things. Love things." I directed about those really easy to see, "They too had this before. They hide things from humans. Afraid that you aren't smart enough. Insulting in my opinion." The many took off disguises and bowed in my respect, "Yet... they to were just as blind as we humans can be." The jolt of them stood, I slam my hand down and they seated, "Flaws are natural we all come from different cultures, environments and ideals. Some breath oxygen and others sulphuric clouds. We all eat. We all need a home. Most need families and others need communication." I pointed to the cameras, "We Broadcasting far enough? Can the other side of the edge of space hear me?" I waited and I repeated that several times in many many languages, "Because there is a race we all been assuming for simpleton. Call it all you like. Pets. Parasites. The Plax. The World eaters. These names. Names you called them. They learned from you. They used your own words. You taught them those words. You taught them kill or be killed. You. All of us. We all screwed up. Even me. I am no Saint. I am not saving anyone by fluttering lips at you." I sigh in sorrow, "I just hope you can forgive me." I turn to the current court, "You thought this case was for the designated creature named Samuel. The 19 cases of maybe murders and accidents. You were going to go after Luke then after that. Daisy. Ralph." I take stop, "But eventually humans are going to have to start putting folks like me in the murder seat. My claws. My teeth. My strangeness to know things. Mr Felter stop playing with the gun and put it down!" I shouted across the room. The person is detained quickly, "Its easy to sum up most war sometimes. Easy to misunderstand and not listen to what is screamed at you. Language barriers. Body language." I posed to those among the public, "Not the first time that some have assumed what as culture was now a outdated slur. Visitors come here with thier own ideas of how to be welcomed. Some haven't a clue."

"So you main the many points. So where are you going to with this?" Judge stopping folks.

"Our civil war is about to be the last straw. That linch pin for someone else to take what we know." I directed back to a camrea, "We are a many societies, culture and races. The collective of galaxies who have made the agreement to talk to each other." I directed to the jittery guy at the front pew. I picked the fella up, disabled the bombs. Dropped him at the floor to scream and scramble away. I sigh in disappointment. I go back to the room as a whole, "Simple science. We all know food chains. We are folks that survive because something else eats. Here on earth we have plants. Plants feed our meat. We eat meat. Easy. I am sure you world has something like this. You consume energy to live. Machines have electricity. Humans are picky eaters. A creature such as I also eats. I eat anything. I can say I have consumed enough to last lives beyond my years. This is life. We eat and we feed things so we eat."

"Get on with it!" A audience member shouts, "Say it." Twisted around to peer at the gun holder. A long stare of seeing if it has the guts. Stare right down the eyes. Fear fills them and they too collapsed from it.

"199 cases of where what humans would call us - parasites." I continued, "To tell you the true. That's the amount that was reported and jailed. That's not even a fifth of the true crime amounts. Most times the behavior was pardoned because there seem change. Sime seem nervous. You lot think the pets are sick. You come to me, a medical person with background in parasite biology. You all say the same things. Nervous behavior. Scared of being touched. Scared of things that aren't there. Scared of the light." A lot of nodding heads with most of the people who care for the court battle. I am not here for that, "They want to tell you things. But they seem scared to. They do. They can. But the fear of humans and machines ganging on them seems a little far greater then the threat they trying to tell about. At least that threat isn't here yet." The lift of even parasites too. The camreas noticed the attention I seemed to reach with everything in the room, the move back to me.

"That threat you all feared didn't exactly matter. It's been around. It's has reach you already. You already fought the mounds did you not? So your fear from inside isn't because of the thing you are as a collective is after you. The fear we are having is something greater. Changes in you senses have been made. Your bodies have altered. You become highented in being ready for a fight." They turn to each other comments. The jury looking upon the public in horror. Back to me, because my tail has just swatted a fool from touching me, "We are a food chain of things that feed things." I announced, "These lot looks for unsuspecting world, take hold of the bodies in populations. And slowly that world disappears. The place just collapses... sometimes gets used in schemes to do worse things. We of worlds that were innocent that didn't know of other worlds. We are invaded by worm things. A war happens. And then it gets worse and worse and worse. A cycle." The widen eyes of the considering I am talking about other worlds, "These little harmless things." I picked one out right off a owner, "These guys are just the bottom of a food chain in a universe of food chains. These things who were a part of why things went wrong. But we can't blame nature. Can we blame nature?" I hold now with care, "You just want to live like other life around you." I returned it to the owner, "So that fear we are sharing. It's something outside of parasites knowledge. It something that they have adapted to run away from. These little traveller's of vacuums are just running away. The sardins to the whale."

"So are you saying that these things are a collective. They are a singular?"

"No. If that was the case. I would be a zombie." I laughed, human like. Laughing in a way they can understand me. I have been good at playing the right body language, "More like ants. No... machines." I have examples to compare with machine counter parts. I made the list shorter then I needed. They seem to follow just fine. The stages of life of parasite make sense now to the room at least.

"Back to the ants thing. Ants are armies of small bugs that work as a collective community to survive. They live because they have numbers. They have factions. Their corpses feed the plants. The plants are ate by big creatures. Those creatures are ate by things like me. Producer. Prey. Preditor." The definitions make sense now. So now it was time for pictures. I wave the notion to start the pictures.

"Ants feed brids. Birds feed humans." I show these images, "Ants live in collective. Work together." I waved the slide next, "By hey look at this. What works for nature is repeated. Humans work together. Live in groups. Birds live in groups. Anything can be hunter or hunted. Both the preditor and prey." I brought the comprising humans or humanoids. I compared things those humanoids eat. Easy to follow.

"So there is something out there that is going to eat us?" Someone smart and getting bored.

"Congratulations you a graduating college." I joke, "You get it. If war stops being between us. Stops being Earth's problem. It becomes their problem too. No parasites. No. They just doing what comes natural. They can't fight what is scary. The Civil War between hive mind and individuals has been happening since ash falling. But it wasn't like that before the nuclear ashes fell." They stop crossing their arms at me, "The war becomes our neighbors planets. Galaxies." The stare to each other, "Look what happened to earth. It happened already before. Parasites. Comes government take over. collapse. The poisoning of the world. Sometimes total solar destruction. There is folks like us who see it. Made weapons to fight the parasites. But they are missing the point." I waved from them since I lost them again and moved images quickly.

"Worlds are like ant mounds. We are being fed to these guys. These guys are the meal to something else. There is system here." I posed, "I am sorry for telling you all to late."

"What?" The raise of so many. They all instantly seated with my voice raised above them. The fall of fear, pulling them away for space. I stop and give my thought a clear.

"The thing that eats these guys is near." I picked up a poor little one from the floor near me, I let it panic and crawl between my fingers, "The war starts here. This court. This moment. The moment you pass judgement on all those creatures who can't speak your language. The second that hammer falls. Where humans declare them as a threat. You bring war from worlds next door. You have been watched. You are being watched." I let the fella to a alien sort, "They seen it before. Worlds scramble in fear of these little pets. They do nothing. They been sitting on the side lines, in fear. Just as humans have. Fearing being ate. They aren't stupid. Nor are these little creatures we deem so useful."

"Where the evidence?"

"Do I have to?" I asked for sure. I had ask many around me. I picked up a parasite too. Anyone. I asked them for sure.

"Parasites are a collective. Not ways the same mind." My brother has managed to get his shiny but in here, "Like machine. There is a mother Brian. Little puppets. Ai whom branch from that." He manages it past everyone and plenty of time for buts to be back in seats. No matter if they want to or not. He walks in caution of me, "You understand that over the years of development. Machines have made many sorts for many purposes." He gets parasites away from me too, "So the collective for these parasites are a elder too. It has many life's to develop. It has tried to flee from the horror it fears. Now it wants a weapon of its own." He circles me, "You would tell me that your the first?" He talks at me as if I am the stranger. My ears flicked in annoyance.

"You should have asked poison before she left, brother." I hissed at him, "And for your information. Those you tried to execution over the city with. They came before me. They managed to hide from the world's they saved. But now there is been traitors that returned to tell the big brains. Big brains started civil war. Idiot." I twisted him to some folks in the frist row. The most still this whole time, "Have a little closer hello to the nuisance I having to consider execution at my hands with." The five shuffled from me as I hissed at them, "Worse is that they are failures. The big brain wants them dead. Useless." I moved off him. I walked around to circle something they can see. Something I am having to use my brother to make visible, "I am sorry for forcing you like this brother. But none of you can't see our visitor." I square with it, "Am I smart enough for you? Are you done pissing me off with your mind games?" The cloud of nanotechnology constructed the Image for them.

"I realize how terrifying humans are." It admitted, "Still a failure." I twisted in annoyance, "You're to..." It seeks a word, "Easily fooled." I made a motion with my hand and it was became distracted from how it mirror me.

"I do believe it's a two way street duck." I hissed, "You are a coward. A farmer that can't kill what he eats. If having a moral heart is all that stopped you fearing the creature you fear. Then you should have died sooner." Posed my hand at his vital point, "I do think I have finally made common ground. I welcome you to those you slaughter as pests or food grit. I warned you. I told you. If you attacked this world, the other worlds will slaughter every last part of you in the place." I pose away, "choose a side, fool. Do you work with the galaxies community against the things you fear? Slaughter as you do before and then be slaughtered? We all be devoured?"

"I need to think about it."

"Be quick about it. You are at a tipping point. You could ask forgiveness with the world you already destroyed for the perfect weapons. Say it now or forever be hunted down to the last burning star."

"Truce." He stated softly and eventually with the voice of so many of himself speaking in unison. The drop of weapons. The pause of war.

"Not everyone is going to accept truce. So of you will still die. But the majority of you will now be respected as a entity. Respected as a being to be protected. Isn't that nice?" He wasn't sure about that, "Now you have stop doing war. How about you help build those lives you killed? It's your turn to watch worlds come back from dust and ash. Your turn to see the fault you made. Call it a nice punishment because the other option was fear and death." The glimmer of a child about it and I snarled, "If I see one more death case on my desk that was your fault. I am going to do what posion was made to do. Don't think I can't chase you instead of the monster." The pale panic of seeing I am not the fool he thought I was, "Besides." I snarled, "I have your heart, literally."

"Shit." He snarls, "I really screwed up with choosing that rock." The connection lost and my brother is given back himself. I turn to the rest of the court.

"Well you heard the parasite master mind. The idiot thought we be easy slaughter for food. What a idiot." I rub temples and took a jug of water. I peer about being civil with a cup. It became after thought with downing the entire jug. I put the empty jug down and empty a second one. A third was offered to me. I poured it over him for being a idiot.

"For as mad as you are with me right now. This isn't the time."

"They aren't listening anymore."

"The camreas are." I watched him fail to punch me, "Honestly. I told you not to accept the patch dd922. Moron." I moved away from him and I go to a working camrea, "So here we are. War never has changed. It has always been about the food chain. Whom eats who? Who is smarter? Where is the resource from? Is it sustainable? Will it last? Can you survived the disaster? Who is the winner and what happens to the defeated? Are we the enemy or something useful? can we share or is it worth stealing it? War in human history as always been a million little things that became a world problem. I last counted... 3? maybe 4 world wars? I wasn't awake for it all. But it's little small problems that lead to it. This places stops supply there. This other place that bought it goes starving. The assassination of some important folks. Meanwhile this other place was watching the supplier stop trade and goes stealing it. Sales it up price. Price for things gets expensive. The whole world is starved because they can't afford it. The send their families to die for supplies. And Heya, welcome to world War." I huffed, "It ends but the losers are treated shit. They make world war in complaint of being treated shit. Second world War starts and eventually ends. I may have butchered the history books and I am not perfect at teaching it." I sigh, "Place becomes planet. This planet that mines metal has a disaster. They can't send metals. The planet buying it is angry. It has its internal issues. It changes government systems, wages war with the mine planet. The mine planet is protected by some big shot." I took pause and forwn, "Is that how you talk about the fall of Temidor? You didn't forget for sure. Really sour about it. You might think I am talking this was a dishonor to those whom lost family and homes. But step back. That's what war started like." I peer around the room, "Look what I have. I have humans that label everything that breaths as the enemy. Machines that can't pick sides. I have creatures born from war that are learning live war. It will all they will know. They will kill all in sight because they taught them." I directed, "I know these visitors to my world might have come here to mean well. Some came to help us. But there is some that have second plans. They want to steal my resources. Leave us starving. Leave this rock leached of life." I look to the camrea, "Your just itching to take from this too. Another planet to steal. I bet they forgot to tell you our world is designed to kill everything. It's a miracle that life clings to this lump of rock at all." I sigh, "Some of you are too mad to care. Someone might be smart to help me. See past the war. Save the many from the slaughter. War is never worth the glory at the end of it. So many lives wasted. Wasted resources." I posed to be ready to turn it off, "I learned that. My sacrifice could just mean nothing to you. So goodbye." Turned off. I peer at them all a final time, "I am glad I did my jobs. I hope it's enough." I shook, "No. It wouldn't never be enough. Never enough to be forgive." I finally leave. Everywhere was staring at a blue screen. The shock that ripples them. I leave the building.

Most stood looking at Arguement reality or device screens. Everywhere. I went home. It wasn't hard to, sounds of folks sort of shuffling to take that news. Those questioning it. Some armed to protect. The chatter. The fear. I suspected this would happen. I fetched my gifts. I finished the last touches I can for now. I destroy my art room. Don't let it be constructed again. The plaster bagged and taken with.

"It went well for what it needed to be." So my sister in law is digitally seated in watching me, "You proved everything about parasites that was needed to be understood. You told the many worlds the words that was instructed of you. You started, prevented and paused a moment of wars across several worlds. Our foxed the trouble maker. Have the many worlds forcing him out the shadows. You did what you were designed to be." I shook 'not being the case as such'.

"No sister. I am not the orginal owner of this body. I am not even what I should be. I am a freak of science, made this way for someone's war. At my soul, I wasn't ever that. I had a family. They loved how I worked saving lives. The day I failed to save them. I couldn't accept it. I ran away from my dreams." I posed with looking at my hands, "I still haven't worked out if I achieved it yet." I finish packing... and I know. It was time, "When I found out you were to become part of the family. I was overwhelmed with nostalgia and happiness. But then I scared you. You didn't want to trust me. So I have to go about showing you that I accepted you in other methods." I turn to her, "I am going to leave you a mission. I want you to do something that I am no longer able to do. I am a monster now. I can't even speak without making someone fearing me." I lowered, "Even if it's not for me. You can for my brother. I want you to learn and teach love. How to love. Be loved. I want you to understand every part of what love is." I digitally take that hand hers, "I made gifts. They are wedding gifts. But now I understand that I would ruin your perfect day. I will just have watch from the shadows. Protecting you both from far away."

"When you told the main brain about having its heart. You meant it." I pouted with how she was taking this.

"Can't you teach something that never held love what it is? All its ever done is run in fear and take what it needs. It's a miracle to still be a infant at the development it is. Besides... the body is the perfect armour." I drag her to them... her data drifted into the machine that is her body. She soon was awakening within this shell. Taking on a soul. I smile so happy that even temporarily... it worked. She flexes her face in the new ways she never imagined to before. Her hands. I hug her, and help her stand. One stood, i give her space to look at herslef more. She peers about the outfit.

"This was the design I told the Mantis that would love to have as my wedding dress." I nod.

"Now... the other one is for my brother." I hug around her again and she actually leaned into it. I can't tell if she was enjoying it or just doing something else. She got tighter with the hug and I pulled her off. A cupped hand at her cheek, "I am your sister. I couldn't be your lover. No matter how haunting I made the image of my wife in your bodies construction." I pose my hand at her chest, "This heart belongs to someone scared and alone. You have to teach them. Protect this. I know. It's a burden. But a labour of love costs everything you got... and this all that I have left to give." I put both hands at her shoulders, "I love you. I have ways loved than hurt. My duty as a super doctor is my labour of love as I had told my children. I love you sister, as family. I love my brother for protecting me all these years. I can't even hate my enemies when they are nothing but helpless people learning to love." I give my brother side a last brush, "You don't want me. So I will give you space, maybe that was literally." I peer to how my front door was slammed. I put her away safe, even if it was against her will, "I am sorry. This can only protect you for a short time. I can't be here to be seen by you. I have to go." I whinced in how their was loud banging of so many things slamming, "I have to erase things. Right?" I close the door. I head to my fire exit, taking the bag of wall plaster with me. I spill some of it. Crash into powder. I take parts out and throw it as I jumped roof tops. I look back in wonder if anyone follows me. A stupid question.

"Stop!" Hoverdrones. I slide to street level. The largest parts are smashed at least. The small parts now. I for job kept running, seeking for something to finish the crushing of stone bits. The nearest car was wheeled. I slide under it and cling. I have the bag under the tires, collected by my tail to be places a second time. The third time was stopped with driver being suspicious of the tires. A swap with them... they got out to check and I slipped into the back seats. The fella picked up the black bag and throws it to a near bin. Got back in and started driving.

He was leaving this sector for somewhere else. Stopping for fuel at a station. I sneak out of his car. Running from everywhere a camera is pointed. Starfish has no boundaries that lock folks from staying or entering. So it was easy to make my last supply trades and hitch hiker it. The last part of the city left to track me with is argument reality mask. So I seated somewhere and make my call.

"I watched your thing."

"This is my last contact before going dark. I guess stew will happen another visit. If that happens." I was fallen into tears and muffled cries, "I am relieved at least." I try to say. I had to clean myself up a bit and give a brave face, "I had been so alone with trying to save everyone. Shouldering the burden between the hive child and the world's it wishes to eat. I couldn't tell anyone sooner. I have given the duty for those to finish for me. I am a monster now. They will only ever fear me." I stand with being a equal, "I will come back to protect. Maybe then... I could finally go away. Leave them at peace." The mantis couldn't really reply to me, "Make the wedding perfect."

I took off my AR mask. Put to the tree here. I look back to Star fish a last time for a while. A city as close to what cities used to be. Skyscrapers that torn clouds. No walls that started or ended between areas. Open sky's above, not dome shielding. I lowered to sit at the floor, watching for anyone that followed me and enjoying the view. Dusk was time to go, when lights twinkled and search parties spread.