(Rose)
I know the principles of reproduction through mitosis and iosis.
We made our mix of the two, and possibly more I haven’t learned.
But it began with a single cell, constructed by the rging data and knowledge of the three of us.
The first cell is a diploid one. One set of genes is made from what remains of mine out there, completed by what Blu had kept herself.
The other set is from Blu’s mory of her own body, complented with mine to fill the gaps.
Nightmare crafted everything else, which includes other genomic segnts for recipient cell and other elents. She used the little data left from herself and her knowledge from other creatures to fuse with the remaining scattered microbiological data from Blu and I.
So of our flora will hybridise as well, along with us.
As Blu once put it, we’re not a single unity as a human, but a complex and innurable collection of entities, floral, viral, animal, and overall human.
At a cellular level, if you pierce a human body, you find more than one lifeform, much much more.
At the genesis here, it’s an unequal mix of the past existence of the three of us, into a haploid egg cell we look after very carefully.
We then watch it divide, and iosis starts.
Well, I’m watching. Nightmare acts, designing and guiding the processes. Blu spread roots and vessels outward from the chrysalis to feed the soon to be born creature.
The cell divides itself, into four. Then the gates recombine themselves, in a parthenogenetic fertilization. Two almost identical haploid cells are born.
B - Had we chosen to be flowers, double fertilization was possible.
R - You an things with three parents already existed?
B - Of course.
I didn’t know that.
I thought everything in nature was male or female. Blu taught about parthenogenesis, cloning and things like that, but we didn’t get this far.
anwhile, embryos of twin won begin their accelerated growth in this tamorphosis of a sort, fuelled by as much food as we have and T.I. we can gather, with Blu’s help.
Self-created life used to be slow, hazardous and random, with environntal constraints and selection.
The united womb of two gods working together makes the creation of life look easy as a breeze.
Creating life is really a natural incline to these two at least.
Their respective inclinations toward life may differ a lot, but their teamwork around is a prodigious work of art being displayed.
Inside this hybrid womb, ti flows differently. The nutrients brought by Blu are both chemical and magical.
The chemical food is converted into flesh and cells. So photosynthesis outside helps manufacturing so missing elents from what she digs and captures around.
The T.I. she breathes in makes everything chemical and physical go easier, smoother and much faster.
The essentially human cells multiply at great speed and with ease, so long they get enough compounds to do their replication reactions. It’s all happening under the careful watch and sowhat gentle care of the lord of nightmares.
She’s a master artisan, we both see it as she works there. Even though she never created human bodies before, which Blu has a few tis, Nightmare is by far a better expert at this work of creation.
Tuning the tabolism, adjusting the organic catalysts and their manufacturing process. Adjusting the volus, the flows, the electrical currents, the hormones, everything.
Blu is helping with her knowledge and her hundreds of tabolic roles in here to keep the womb fed and warm, but Nightmare is the star of the show. She’s the master artist in this very motherly work of art and biology.
Two won are growing fast inside of us, as twins.
One to be the human Nightmare, and one to be Rose Blu.
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Everything I’ve gathered of myself and my will to live again as a human, they already begin to fuse with one of the two templates of brains being built.
Blu tags along with . On the other side of our circle, Nightmare takes her ti, there’s no rush.
We see together the outer walls of our domain slowly recede as the bodies grow.
The umbilical cords grow also larger as well along with the shapes. Nightmare operates their inner end, whilst Blu feeds and operate the outer end. They’re bound not to a mother, but in the end plain roots growing outside of this big blister of flesh sowhere in a field.
We’re growing as hybrids in more ways than one.
B - I missed hearing you say that.
R - In more ways than one you an?
B - Yes.
You really missed ... Don’t you worry, I will say it again.
Days still go by in blinks. But the bodies grow fast and are the size of children already. I’m still gradually constricting myself inside a brain, as it grows along with .
Nightmare’s main consciousness has done a similar process on her side as well.
The two bodies are growing in a more and more automated manner as the three of us fuse with them. Or take possession of them.
Blu and I create our shared brain as we also constrict our minds, our structure of T.I. inside of it. Slowly, the T.I. structure becos neural network and pattern. Slowly, the boundary between the two worlds vanishes there.
Until a mont without sudden change, when we’re simply just in. Inside our body and nothing else.
My body, still asleep, growing, where both of us now live.
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As we beca real once more, we also beca unconscious, since the bodies still were asleep and finishing their growth.
Once again, if age was unbound to history, we could have been rejuvenated. Unfortunately, the mories of myself and my genes also carry marks of my age and history. Which ans my, our, newborn body will still be about thirty-seven years old on so aspects, and likely already nopaused once complete.
When I truly begin to suffer from the weakness of age, we’ll see if we try to do sothing about it.
Currently, that age of ours is nothing we need to be concerned about.
I don’t mind my crows’ feet and ageing face or grey hair spreading wildly. As long as my muscles and bones work fine, my body is fine.
I dream about it, and I can feel my legs twitching. The outer skin of the giant chrysalis is becoming tighter around us.
Nightmare and I are both lying in semi foetal posture, feet to head, one to another.
As the egg keeps shrinking around us, we end up constricted during the last days of growth.
Our faces get pressed against each other’s legs. We twitch more and more.
The vessels feeding us are drying. Our minds are waking up.
The dry skin of the larval chrysalis dried and flakes out like an egg shell.
We begin to move.
Air and light begin to caress our skin and exposed spots.
A perfu of roses lingers around, as we begin to awaken.
Our tamorphosis is completed, as our arms begin to push ourselves back into the world.
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