Hivemind

*covered in mold, fused into the wall, coughing up spores* there is no greater honor than to assist in the proliferation of the mycelium network

From The Campus Enquirer (University of Alberta), 1982.

Do not look at me directly, view me only through mirrors. Do not hear my voice unless you listen through the wall. I do this for your safety.

I am your God after all, do not tell me to do my job as if it were a service to you. Do not tell me to assimilate you as if that were not an inevitable fate after you shambled into my domain. Show respect. Thank me when I annihilate you.

Your membrane is so fragile. Irridessant and permeable. Are you sure you can live this way? You could be unraveled if I looked at you too hard.

Oh, does writhing feel calm. It comes in waves. Movement washes you like the tide in swirling, skittering mindlessness. A hundred thousand legs on your skin. And yet they flow with the same pulse as your heart.