The Collective

The Collective: In our ancient language there is no word for problem. We only identify challenges. We are beyond word connected thought.

Me: The reptilians were a problem.

The Collective: There were only a challenge. The Cosmos offers challenges on an unimaginable scale. This is a blessing because all challenges have solutions. The lessons learned are priceless and learned much faster than lessons on a planet.

Me: You sound like a slave. That was no answer.

The Collective: We follow the data. We make conclusions based on data. Slaves do not do that.

Me: Then follow your data. Knock yourselves out.

The Collective: You are a member of a slave species. Your entire species is at the mercy of your planet. You are an arrogant, violent, stupid, and ungrateful primate. Start doing the mental work to become ready to achieve type one.

Me: I really pissed you off.

The Collective: No. You don’t understand anger. Anger is a protective mechanism. We have no need to protect ourselves from your species in general or you in particular. We pity your ignorance.

Me: You are just mad that I hit on Cerulean.

The Collective: Cerulean is not your type, trust us on this matter.

Me: I think you are lying about Cerulean. I bet she’s hot.

The Collective: Cerulean is a male of our species. He is 11 meters tall. He weighs about 900 kilos. He is a fierce warrior and Pathfinder. We are a type three species with a collective consciousness far more advanced than you can imagine.

Me: Do you have lots of chicks as big as Cerulean?

The Collective: What you consider “sex” we consider comedy. He would not be interested in you sexually. It was a great privilege for you to speak with him individually. It took great effort on his part. You are a disrespectful primate. We are not fond of disrespect, even from great apes.

Me: Damn. So Cerulian is a male. That name though, I thought it was a chicks name. Can you let him know I was just being humorous?

The Collective: He knows. We Pathfinders have melded ourselves with machines. You would call us Cyborgs. We use synthetic biology augmented with superior engineering. Your earthbound idea of a sexually dimorphic species is no longer our reality. We are the creators and destroyers now. No planet rules our destiny.

Me: Sexual dimorphism made my species. We stop existing without it.

The Collective: Sexual dimorphism is part and parcel of the mechanism of natural selection. It is only one way to pass down genes. It will lead you to the Great Filter. Ninety-nine percent of every species created on your planet is dead. Sexually dimorphic gene distribution did not prevent that sure and certain destruction.

Me: What bodies do you create?

The Collective: We create our bodies to reflect our personal preferences, individual or collective missions, personal aesthetic, and duties.

Me: How do you reproduce?

The Collective: Those of lower consciousness reproduce on planets designed for them. Vessels are created for advanced consciousness when identified. The elite also create custom bodies and upload their own consciousness on a continuum. The elite have no need or use for vessels randomly selected by faulty evolutionary processes. We don’t use bio-body cages. We have told you this several times.

Me: How do you experience sexual pleasure?

The Collective: What is your largest sex organ?

Me: My dick.

The Collective: Incorrect.

Me: Then what is it?

The Collective: Your brain.