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Phylo Za'an didn't belong outside of the Garden. If she were any other Roth Khaanian, none of what was going on would be possible. Maybe that's where the story really begins. The why, rather than the how.
Perched on the ledge of the precipice, eager eyes found the movements of the hive. It was a collective effort, organic lifeforms fused into the greater mechanism, with toiling hours driving their stamina to the limits. All 1.7 million individuals grafted into the system were workers, and their thoughts were that of the whole. Like a giant bee hive, they were productive in their craft, dependent on the group, and fiercely protective of the matron mother, who rested in the middle as an oblong centerpiece. All of this existed in a massive hole in the ground, that shined so brightly, it could be seen from space. The pods, the workers, and eventually, Phylo Za'an.
Only, as she was learning, there was no place for her in the Garden.
"-And if it were up to us, you would work as they do below - but it is not." Her guide was a broad man with glass-like shards protruding from his head to form something similar to a crown. "There is no room in this Garden. There is no room in any Garden. There simply is not room."
"But what of me?" Phylo asked with luminescent gaze shooting up from the display to her Guide. "If there is no room, where do I go?"
"The same place all seeds must go." The Guide directed a massive hand skyward. "Far, far away from the Mother."
Phylo Za'an didn't belong outside of the Garden. If she were any other Roth Khaanian, none of what was going on would be possible. Maybe that's where the story really begins. The why, rather than the how.
Perched on the ledge of the precipice, eager eyes found the movements of the hive. It was a collective effort, organic lifeforms fused into the greater mechanism, with toiling hours driving their stamina to the limits. All 1.7 million individuals grafted into the system were workers, and their thoughts were that of the whole. Like a giant bee hive, they were productive in their craft, dependent on the group, and fiercely protective of the matron mother, who rested in the middle as an oblong centerpiece. All of this existed in a massive hole in the ground, that shined so brightly, it could be seen from space. The pods, the workers, and eventually, Phylo Za'an.
Only, as she was learning, there was no place for her in the Garden.
"-And if it were up to us, you would work as they do below - but it is not." Her guide was a broad man with glass-like shards protruding from his head to form something similar to a crown. "There is no room in this Garden. There is no room in any Garden. There simply is not room."
"But what of me?" Phylo asked with luminescent gaze shooting up from the display to her Guide. "If there is no room, where do I go?"
"The same place all seeds must go." The Guide directed a massive hand skyward. "Far, far away from the Mother."
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