17 - Myr Propagator
'Lonely. Lonely. So lonely.'
The Myr thought as it roamed the Glimmervoid in search of others of it's kind. But unfortunately, it did not locate any other Myr. It's encountered other creatures of the world, but they either ignored the Myr, or attempted to cause it harm. Now in isolation, the Myr was afraid, and lonely.
'So lonely.'
It walked on steady legs across unsteady ground. Step by step it went, but when it's clawed metal foot tripped on a loose metal plating of the Glimmervoid, the Myr went from walking, to falling. It landed heavily facedown onto the chrome ground, and the Myr Propagator wondered if there was a reason for it to stand back up. It glanced casually back at the loose plating it tripped over and noticed that where it's foot struck, the metal had bent slightly, meaning the alloy was pliable and an idea formed in it's metallic brain.
'Build friend!'
With new vigor, the Myr Propagator jumped to its feet, went to the sheet of metal, pried it from the ground and began to shape it. The Myr bent and twisted the hunk of metal until it looked exactly like it's own beak shaped head. The Myr held the head up to examine it and to its satisfaction, the Myr believed it would work. Setting the head aside, the Myr took another piece from the Glimmervoid and began to shape that as well, this time, into a shape that mimicked the Myr's leg.
'Build friend! Build friend!'
Were the only words to pass through the Myr's mind as it worked to construct a companion.
Perhaps it was hours or days, it did not know, nor did the Myr care. It had another large piece of the metallic ground in its hands and was molding it to form the last piece needed to complete its project. The Myr attached the final piece onto the figures back, and with this piece in place, the Myr construct was finished. The Myr Propagator looked at the statue that had the same shape, form and color as itself and greeted it.
'Hello friend. Not lonely no more.'
The recently constructed Myr simply stared back and offered no reply. Instead, it bent its arms for the first time, grabbed a random piece of the metallic landscape and began to bend it in a manner similar to what the Myr Propagator had done.
'Must build friend.'
The new Myr thought. The Myr Propagator watched silently as its twin began to create a copy of itself, just as the Propagator had before. After a time, the copy had created its own copy and that copy, in turn, began to create it's own. Within the space of three sun rotations there were now five Myr Propagators and four of them were creating more copies. A cycle was started and the first Propagator did not wish it to end. The Myr realized as more and more copies were made, it was no longer alone.