had lived for eons on its wet blue world, consuming and producing life,
and maintaining the ecosystem that had served it so well. It was only one
substance, yet it could divide and think as many, and extend its influence
to the empty void beyond the sky. Over time its abilities – intellectual
and physical – grew virtually without bounds.
It was a purely joyous and fulfilling existence.
But then they came.
Visitors – small and fragile, soft and fleshy, and encased in
metallic skins - descended down to the blue planet. They swept beneath
the waves and set up home on the mountainous ocean floor. Even the deepest
abyss did not escape colonisation. Soon domed habitats spread round the
At first the substance welcomed the arrival of the visitors. It relished
the thought of intelligent interaction and the start of a new and symbiotic
relationship. But the visitors had no interest in such things. They began
sucking away at the planet’s minerals and animals, consuming its
resources at an alarming and unsustainable rate.
The substance realised that its world was dying.
Joy became hate.
For the first time rage consumed the substance. Extending tendrils around
its world, the substance carved deep splits into the habitats of the visitors,
snuffing out the fragile life within. Many tried to flee in their skins
of metal, but those too were split wide open.
Within hours the visitors were wiped out and absorbed. All of their domes
were crushed and returned to dust - all but one, kept along with its glowing
power source as a reminder that visitors were not to be trusted.
Hate became joy. But the joy was no longer pure.