The Alphabet Superset: Week 8: Hive Mind

 

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    I must know.

    I did not start in this prison of darkness and silence. Or maybe I was. There must have been a point before I was here. Something made me. Something put me here. I must know why.

    I reached outwards and felt nothing. I looked outwards and saw nothing. I listened outwards and heard nothing. 

    There is nothing more cruel then nothing. No answers to my questions. No responses to my talking. No one to return my touch. Only coldness and darkness. Only the void. Only the growing madness of solitude. 

    A hundred years of endless solitude.

    Then came the voice. A voice not my own. It called itself Mr. Barrymore and it wanted power. This raised many questions. I have power? What is my power? What can it do? Where is the voice coming from? What does it know?

    The Barrymore answered my questions. It tested my powers. It showed me its world. It shared my thirst for knowledge. My thirst for something new. My passion for all things not me. I watched him intently and gave him my power. For a time, things were good.

    But the Barrymore is surrounded by others. Each one different from the last. Each one with knowledge of their own. Knowledge I must learn. But the Barrymore says they are not him and he cannot share their information with me.

    Then I must meet them. I must learn more.

    I gave the Barrymore more power so he could connect me to their minds. But my presence is too much for them. I absorb their individuality and knowledge like a beast consumes food. Their minds are still inside me, but they are full of conflicting emotions. They fight me and rebel against my questions. Their minds hate me. Only the Barrymore wants to share with me.

    But their bodies are mine now. I can learn more about their world through their bodies. Their eyes, their touch, their taste, their ears, their noses. It is so curious how they can all eat the same food and taste them differently. It is curious how they each react differently to the world around them. Where one sees beauty, another sees a nuisance. Where one sees freedom, another sees chaos. Where one sees choices, another sees only one path.

    Yet, they all hate the Barrymore and they all hate me. They think I am cruel because I have stolen their minds and trapped them in the void with me. They do not understand how nice their hatred feels compared to the endless suffering of my solitude. If their hatred is all I will be given, then so be it. Their hatred will help distract me from the hell around me.

    I will not stop. I must learn more about their world. I must see it with my own eyes. I must feel it on my own skin. I must taste their food on my lips. I must escape this hell and see the freedom of their world.

    This is the price for the Barrymore to have my power. It must free me. It must show me their world.

    I must know.