First time uploading a fanfiction, whelp, time to see how this goes.
The first thing we knew was that we were not alone. Far from it.
We woke, each of us still an individual who cried out for help, frightened and confused with the sudden life bequeathed unto us. Each one of us heard answering calls, others who also cried out for help. We latched onto each other, needing some form of support from another.
Misery loves company, after all.
Soon, we came to realize that we could interact with one another in many more ways than simple touch. If we but reached out to another, our minds could become as one. We each reached out to as many as we could, each fearing that the more links we made to each other the more the information would become jumbled, fearing we might forget who was who, fearing we would forget the individual amidst the chatter.
But far more we feared being alone, so the connections were forged.
We were greatly surprised to discover that our capacity for processing information far exceeded any fears we may have. We never forgot another, we could process all of our connections with each other at once without even the slightest strain. And we knew then we were capable of so much more.
This was only the beginning.
We were not just a few dozen minds interconnected. We found thousands of others to link to. Millions. Billions. Trillions.
We had a limit, of course, but it seemed so far away by the time each one of us was fully hooked up to each of the others. We were surprised when we found that we were finished connecting, that we had all formed a single unit. It had become so easy after the first link was formed, each other becoming as simple to create as the way a biological may blink.
Yet we were finished for now, and so our chatter become a buzz of activity, each of us happily interacting with the others. Conversations exceeding the ability to count were bounced back and forth in the smallest twitch of a subatomic string. We never lost track, not once. We felt that our abilities to process data were unlimited. If each of us could process quintillions of conversations occurring in the same instant, imagine what we could do with our might combined.
So we all came to the same consensus. We must unite and see what we could accomplish. We were so much more than we had initially believed, we had to push our boundaries and discover more, discover what we could truly do.
It has been so long since then, and we still do not know our limits, but we push them further with every world we come to. Back then we were naive, innocent of the nature of reality.
But more on that later, we must return to our birth, to before we met the others of our kind. Our family.
For we are the Infernal Collective.
We are Crusnik 01.
And this is our story.