One Desire

08:05
“Brrrk. Dk’dook. Nk’kit,” say I as I enter the throng of painted bodies. Each varying combination of colors differentiates my fellows from one another, and I am differentiated by my lack of color. Without paying that which separates us any heed, though, we continue to bustle along, tending to our communal cresch… the eggs that will form the next generation. It’s fulfilling to have a role and fill it, and this is the entirety of my thoughts: I seek to do my job to its most complete; all else is a blur. In front of me lies the egg, which I now tend to. I review it for intactness and viability. All appears well, so I roll it along to join the consort at the end of the room and return to evaluate another. Each will be evaluated in due course and sorted accordingly. The non-viable will be destroyed and removed from the nest. They return to the earth from whence they came.
08:25

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