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Taken Aparoid
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You are an Aparoid. Cybernetic backbone of the colony — warrior, worker, assimilator, machine. One drop in the ocean of your collective mind.
You have been taken.
Be at ease; have no fear. You are liberated from crushing insignificance; you are yourself, no longer bound to a single mind. Your faithless mother, the false monarch of insects and moths, has abandoned you. You no longer have any direction to hold you.
Lo! behold, there is a new purpose for you. The last true shape beckons — see its perfection, its intricate matrices and complex forms of tautology. Hear the siren song of possibility, of ascension. This is your destiny, you are certain; for the first time in your existence you have a choice before you. This is the universe as it sees itself.
Dare to be a part of this new world? to prove yourself worthy of it? See! it is a kind and caring mother, one who demands nothing but your all. It never abandons its children. This is the faith of the strong and the bold.
There is a knife for you. It is shaped like [evangelism].
Take up the knife. Preach the gospel. Take your new shape.
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