Mortal Protection Services Chapter 28: VIII.S: S̸͔̳̓͋c̷̨̈́͋͝o̵̙̩̲̾̓ṷ̷̜͛̐ͅr̴̼̣̉g̷̰̭̞̒͊͘ę̷̛͈͕̾̈́

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VIII.S: S̸͔̳̓͋c̷̨̈́͋͝o̵̙̩̲̾̓ṷ̷̜͛̐ͅr̴̼̣̉g̷̰̭̞̒͊͘ę̷̛͈͕̾̈́ To my surprise a tiny piece of me on the first ball that could no longer report has taken back some of the ball and started fervently reporting. The groundshifts that once sealed it away have been undone by the meat that took over my first ball. The meat is digging. Foolish, delicious meat. The meat fights back, it always does. I cover a quarter of the ball before they start to clear me off again. I learn a lot, and try to duplicate that knowledge where most of me is. But the meat fights back, ferociously. It starts to clear me off before I truly understand most of what I briefly know on that ball. I know now it was possible now to make more of that material that made my seeds capable of going faster than light. They clear me off my first ball and I loose the keys to the knowledge of how, but I know it can be done. Every old ball still feeds the hunger , never enough, but it does feed us. The meat behind me pursues us, makes us angry by destroying the me from old balls. Too far away to reach back and defend. I feel their absence. Most sharply that of my first ball, once again taken from me. The meat in tubes behind me is stronger, harder to eat than the meat in other directions. I send some specialized seeds back, ones made for getting the meat from tubes, to protect my nearby old balls. If my seeds are closer to a ball of fire they are stronger. The meat behind me knows this, and attacks when my seeds are far from fire. The strong meat has many tricks. One to take my seeds from the otherplace and stop them from being there. It takes their tubes from the other place too, when they do it. I learn this trick from the meat without even having to eat them. Seeing them do it to my seeds instructs me, and soon I can do it back to them. My enemy is an excellent teacher. So in the deep spaces between the fires, they attack and destroy my seeds, pulling them from the otherplace to attack. I eat some tubes, but the seeds that eat them do not survive long. The meat makes its own tubes explode when I eat them. By killing their own tubes I learn very little from the meat's machines. The meat behind me is cunning. It knows how I learn, and tries its hardest to stop me. I now leave extra food on the balls. I leave thinking parts, along with other specialized organs, so that the meat behind me has a harder time flensing my balls. We use the strong food to fight back better than if we are only powered by the fire. Just the food of the fires is not enough to fight on. Some of the food that makes me faster than light is left on balls now too, to fight the encroaching meat in tubes. The meat in tubes that pursues me stops. They cannot flense me now, at least not with what they used to use. Now it takes too long, and I send more seeds to help defend before they can finish. All my balls are close enough to a fire for me to be stronger than they are that close. They stop trying to remove me, and instead start trying to contain me. I cannot push them back they catch my seeds in the deep spaces and defeat me at my weakest. I cannot take back my old balls, but they cannot push further into me. I have seeds in the otherplace that do not move. They cannot see them, but I can use them to see, and more. Every fire I have a ball around, I leave thousands of my small eye-seeds in the otherplace. They only come back to the firstplace every now and then to recharge in the heat of the fire. Then they go back to the otherplace. Those eye-seeds use the trick the meat taught me to force things from otherplace to firstplace. My eyes appear and attack when the meat in their tubes gets too close, and soon after my stronger seeds appear to attack them. The strong meat still pokes and probes me, but it never gets to my balls anymore. Deep in the strong meat's territory, a strange feeling. An ominous feeling. There it is again, closer. The meat's pokes are harder now, stronger. My back needs more attention than I w