The Many - again!
I'm fussing over this section a lot and many of you will already have seen earlier version of the section below, so I hope I'm not boring you all with this. Its better mainly due to the help I've had so far, anyway see below have fun hopefully!
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The urge to push against the barrier that held it tight was now all that consumed it. All of the things strength had been used on this task and it was beginning to tire. The creature had been pushing with all it had for as long as it could remember and still, the barrier held it; there was no escape. The creature rested for a while, recovering a little of its strength for yet another go against the barrier. The urge to keep going was strong.
This time with more success, a crack and light appeared. It had never seen light before. The light was uncomfortable and hurt its eyes.
‘Push little one, push a little more,’ sounds from outside the barrier. The first time anything had ever communicated with it. The clicks and squeaks registered with it. The language of the Many was already there, just waiting to be used by it.
This small amount of encouragement was enough for it to start pushing again and then suddenly, its head was free; its eyes took in the outside world for the first time. Eyes that were not yet well developed and the creature could see little more than general shapes and shades of colour. Finally it had space to move its head, but not the strength to do so. It no longer had much energy left and after breaking out into this new world simply hung its head, exhausted, feeling dismay and wonder at the same time.
‘Welcome little one, push a little more. You’re almost free,’ said the voice again, the clicks slow and supportive.
It squeaked. Moving around in the remains of its egg shell and trying to communicate, but not yet having the skill.
Support was still there. ‘I am Nurse 47/H4, you are welcome little one,’ said the voice, now recognised as Nurse 47/H4.
Almost free it stopped to rest, its head lying on the ground while most of its body was still in the shell. The baby creature was completely exhausted. Sleep was already beginning to wash over the little one, with is task almost complete the urge to push was now fading.
‘Push a little more little one, your egg has finally broken and you’re almost free. Do not stop now.’
So it pushed again, one last time with the last of its strength. With encouragement and some help from Nurse 47/H4, it finally broke free from its egg and fell onto the warm hatching floor, newly born.
‘Welcome little one, time for you to rest. I will bring food to help you recover’ said Nurse 47/H4.
It could feel Nurse 47/H4 gently cleaning its skin. The tender and reassuring strokes of the nurse’s feelers were comforting to this new life. But for now all this newly born Many could do was recover. It had nothing left, all its strength gone.
Yet still there was a lot to process and take in. There were new sights and smells to get used to and it was all too much for this new life, lying exhausted on the warm hatchling floor. Slowly, ever so slowly it closed its eyes.
Nurse 47/H4 gently carried the new hatchling to a resting shelf where it would be warm and safe. The smell of the nurse was imprinting onto the sleeping baby, enabling it to take its place among the Many that worked and thrived all around, even while it slept.