365 Days of Drabbles: Day Twenty

[jeriendhal]

For ankewehner: "Visiting a grave."

The Groupmind was alone now.

Ceremony required physical attendance. The last un-Processed human had received a burial fit for a living god, with ten million morphs filing past her bier, each recording a subtly different impression for integration into the Whole.

The memorial had been more difficult, redundant. But it had not been for the Groupmind that It had spoken, but for the woman’s decendants, who would view it in 1,500 year's time.

A single morph now observed the grave, would observe, until it ceased to function and was replaced. And constantly murmured, "We will serve them well, We promise."

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[rix_scaedu]

If a thing is worth fdoing, it's worth doing well...