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Chapter 2
Who Am I?
This brought Her mind into sharp focus, though if asked, She could not explain why.
"Why?" Though She certainly wasn't going to let him go, She had never been approached by another and asked to join Her. Like most of this boy, it was puzzling. "Why would you want to join what everyone else in the Galaxy is trying to destroy? When we have killed so many of you?"
He smirked. "I'm not actually from Koprulu My Lady. I'm from another reality where you and everyone else are a video game! An immensely popular one at that. I have always had a great love for the zerg. One might say that they embody Nature's Wrath. Humans run rampant and destroy or enslave all around them, and think it normal because it's all they'e ever done. Their near constant strife is steadily destroying what little they have left and hold dear. I believe the Zerg can save Humanity through assimilation."
He looked up then to face Her direct. "For the greater part of my life I have had no purpose, no drive, no thing that defined me as me but the way I acted. All Zerg have purpose. They have meaning to their life, to Serve. The Swarm is definition a plenty. Let me serve you My Lady. In my world a great many people admire you and have thought of enhancements for the Swarm, let me share them with you. Let me be as you are, but not. The one who would never usurp you."
he stayed that way for a few seconds, keeping eye contact for a moment before he smirked again, though this time it was almost a maniacal grin. "And, pardon my 'toss, but the Zerg just look bad-ass!"
She was gazing at him thoughtfully, intrigued by obvious sincerity, but that last comment made Her scowl slightly.
"It's a complement My Lady. It means The Swarm is everything it should be. Fierce, tough, menacing, something sane people don't mess with if they can help it. And you look pretty cool too."
Her scowl lessened slightly, then She smirked. 'Let's see what happens' "No."
He smirked back, though there was tiny bit a disappointment growing in his eyes. "Now why would you say that? I know I'm either dead or zerg. Why would you choose to kill a willing volunteer? As far as I know you are not over supplied with them." He raised an eyebrow. "And I must admit that though my insanity is in question, I'm just sane enough to prefer the 'not death' option." He seemed to remember something just then, "I should probably also mention that I want to have a say in what I turn into. Or, more accurately, I want to decide myself what I become. I believe if it works you will like the result."
That last bit seemed an after-thought to Her. Though She was affronted by the rather frank and tactless way he had asked for control of his infestation, She was also intrigued by what he said.
'It could prove an interesting insight into his behavior in the future' "Very well. But first, let's see who you are." Then, purely for dramatic effect, She placed Her hand on his head.
She saw everything. Everything the boy said was true. From the state of his world, to the fact that to him, they were in a video game But above all, She saw his adoration for the Swarm, and how sincere he had been in his words. But the one thing She could not do, was find his name. He had dozens, responded to all like he was born to them! When he met someone new, he gave them his pseudonyms and told them to pick one, or even make a new one! It was like he was trying to erase his past in the minds of others and make himself anew. She did find he had a rather, odd, personality though; though She had guessed as much simply from his behavior so far.
'Interesting' "I'm curious about you-" 'That's a shocker' came the immediate thought from the boy, interrupting her. She smirked, darkly. "So, I'm going to let you go."
"Eh?" The boy seemed genuinely puzzled, for understandable reasons. "I hope you mean let me go to work with Abathur on infesting me on whatever way I see best fit?"
"Well, if that's what you're going to do, then yes."
His face lit. "Sweet!" He stood and turned to jog towards Abathur completely disregarding Her now. "Oi, Abathur! I need to talk to you in wherever it is you work."
Her Chief Geneticist looked rather taken aback at this rather blunt, almost request. As was She. He looked to Her in inquiry, "My Queen?" While still irked that She was simply dismissed like unfinished breakfast, She nodded Her assent. "Aid his aim as best as you can. So long as it serves The Swarm."
He bowed and turned to the side waiting for the boy to reach him. A thought occurred to Her then. She still didn't know his name.
"One last thing, before you go Boy." The boy halted. "Nyeh?" He said in polite inquiry.
"What is your name, boy?"
He grinned. "What, didn't you find them in there?" he pointed to his head. "Or did you just not find one that you like?" his tone was, inviting.
"There were too many there for me to sort through." She was a little annoyed at the admission, "So tell me. What would you have the world call you?"
"Those names were from another time, another place." He stood up straighter, his grin grew devilish. "So you tell me. What would you have the Sector call me?"
She smiled slightly. She should have expected that probably, but he was so odd; it was hard to predict him. Yet, She couldn't give him a title without viewing his end result first. A name then. A name to fit him. Out of nowhere a word popped into Her head, and She liked the taste of it. 'Yeesss. That will do nicely'
"Xarozel"
He nodded to Her in acknowledgment. "So mote it be. I am Xarozel. And I take my leave, M'Lady." And with a vague salute he turned and ran to Abathur, both leaving the main chamber.
