Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect. And I certainly own nothing the size of Thorian.
Beyond them.
I have touched thousands of minds.
They are strange. They are alien. They take a long time to understand. And one thing about them amazes me.
Their stupidity.
Several species touched my mind that last time. And I learned much about their cultures, about their minds.
And their planets.
Each of them, that of the race of which there was but one, exchanging with the others, of the race of which there were the most, from the race which joined me, there were similar types of life forms.
Those who were the numerous call them "fungus".
This life which is like me. Spread underground, dispersed, stretched across areas – and in some places, outside, there is a single body. They call it a "mushroom".
And if you destroy the mushroom, the rest lives on.
Those stupid minds failed to make the connection
They destroyed the mushroom. That part was needed to release spores, to control the minds. But for my own existence, it was but a minor shock.
The roots live. I live. The Old Growth lives.
It will take time to regrow, but what is time to me?
Perhaps, if they knew, they would have been afraid. Afraid of something I saw in their mind – vengeance. But I am beyond that conception. I have only self defense.
Still, they might not believe it.
I better not try making contact with them. They will not understand.
Still, their stupidity is amazing.
Even the one who was inside me believes me dead. It couldn't comprehend me. It cannot perceive me still probing for its thoughts.
They do not understand me.
For I am beyond them.
