The Conciouss.

They descend upon us. Ready weapons.

The binary, tech-chatter came across the channels and the subtle hum of weapon banks powering up and the clattering of missiles being loaded into breaches sounded throughout the hull. With more binary chattering I commanded the children into positions throughout us and readied the salvaging arms with the cutting lasers and welders with which we shall ever increase our size and make better ourselves.

Small blips sounded as they locked unto us and small chatterings from the children inside us confirmed locks on our targets. The defilers of our space... These fleshling creatures and their metal ships constantly descending upon us as a never ending tide... A plague perhaps. One to be exterminated at all costs. The Hive would have nothing less than our conscious spread throughout all of the galaxy as it calls what surrounds us.

We are engaged. Exterminate everything.

More binary chatter from within us. Turrets open fire, spitting salvaged and enhanced shells across the space, the bright flashes illuminated our darkened, space traveled hulls. The fleshlings ships start to scatter. Our will moves us closer so we can assimilate them into us and enhance us. The children commanding the arms squeal in binary chat and I quiet them down.

More fire pours from within, spewing death outwards in all directions as the fleshlings craft start to fail and explode. We move in closer and the children go to work salvaging the craft and welding them into our hull, repairing the minor damage delivered in this fight.

Fleshlings exterminated. Beginning advanced patrol.

The binary chatter from our other half comes across the channel, filled with static, but repeated until confirmation is given. Our hull repaired and the children quieted down again, we will ourselves ever deeper into the stars, searching for the end that shall give us our freedom and the Hive absoluteness in the universe.

We leave nothing behind of the craft, even the fleshlings are harvesting and collected in the bowels for experiments for the Hive. The all mind. Finding weakness in the fleshlings makes us stronger and better. We will do it until there are no more to harvest and we are alone in the stars making ourselves eternally better.