Zerg: An incredible way to survive

The scorching air currents swept through every corner of the tribe, but the creatures in the tribe seemed to be accustomed to it and did not care too much. Only the white fur on their bodies gradually showed signs of falling off.

Their leader has been staying in their room and has not gone out for two days. The "believers" kneeling outside are also very worried.

The high priest, whose "core" had been replaced, also knelt on the ground and prayed like the "believers" around him. However, he could not understand the language those "believers" spoke and only felt it was a bit noisy.

Even if he felt a little bored, he would not leave this position. After the last connection with me, I muttered to myself: "It seems that I still can't get any information."

This was just a complaint from me, but I didn't expect it to inspire this guy, so now he is really seriously and carefully recording everything that happens in this tribe.

But why is he kneeling here?

That's naturally because after that, he wanted to continue to establish contact with me, but I took the initiative to cut it off.

There is no clear goal, just a vague outline.

This situation is indeed a bit difficult for a child whose physical structure and mental intelligence are not very sound.

So he didn't understand the meaning and significance of the sentence "What is useful intelligence?"

But through my possession of these creatures' bodies and deprivation of their memories, he roughly guessed what I wanted to obtain. But he still replied with the same sentence: without a specific goal, he could only record blindly, recording everything he could see.

The leader, who was hiding in his room, was a little angry.

His anger mainly stems from his inability to find a successor who can perfectly inherit his position.

However, with his limited intelligence and wisdom, he suddenly thought of a good idea, which was to seek help from me outside.

However, he searched through the heritage for a long time and found no record of me. He only found the sentence that made his entire race stay away from me.

Now he didn't know what to choose, but at this moment he heard the "prayer" outside and touched his stiff legs, as if he suddenly realized something and made up his mind.

However, she still did not choose to go out, but lay on her own bed, listening to the "prayers" of the "believers" outside.

The lord inside has let it go, but the Zerg outside who are "praying" with those "believers" can no longer bear it.

He had tried very hard to record it, but he still didn't understand what they were doing. When he entered his body before, in order to avoid making some principled mistakes, he had already observed the creature's memory.

That's why he now understands that these creatures are "praying".

But now he didn’t understand what their “prayer” was about?

Could it be that all his records were written as follows: dozens of white creatures, holding small stones in their hands, knocking on the ground with special steps, and continuing for a long time.

If I don’t write this, isn’t it the same as not writing it?

And now he seemed to realize a big problem. He had no idea what his "mother"'s attitude was towards these creatures.

This is very important. It is related to how he should view these creatures. If he kills them randomly, will it affect the "mother's" plan? Or if he performs some actions that are beyond the original scope of his creature, will it also affect the "mother's" plan?

He didn't know, but he was sweating profusely.

All the groundless speculations are malicious slander against me. The reason why I did not connect with him is because of those memories that inexplicably flashed back in my mind. I classified his call to me as the same type as those memories and simply chose to ignore it.

So the poor little bug can only explore here by itself, and is tortured by the heavy pressure in his heart from time to time.

What am I doing at this moment?

I didn't do anything. I had originally planned to sort out the high priest's memory in the next two days, but I didn't expect that the amount of memory in my mind suddenly exploded.

This happened so suddenly that I didn't make any preparations. For the past two days, I have been accepting this huge and very confusing memory.

But obviously, it is impossible to cram such a huge amount of memories into my brain in just two days, so I am still accepting those memories.

Although the amount of memory is very huge, it doesn't seem to have any effect on me.

The memories transmitted into my brain are so vivid, as if I had experienced them personally.

I can clearly feel the joy, anger, sorrow and happiness of every person there, but the overall tone is still mainly sadness and anger.

Most of the people here seemed to have died at the hands of their own kind.

As I felt the memories still pouring into my mind, I became a little worried.

This is an inevitable process for everyone.

Ask the heart.

It's that philosophical thought again.

"After inheriting so many memories, am I still myself?"

However, this question did not bother me for too long. It’s not that I haven’t thought about these issues. In fact, I have thought about these issues a long time ago, when I realized that there were a lot of memories in my mind that did not belong to me when I was very young.

I am myself, even if I have other people's memories integrated into my memory, I am still me.

There is no lofty goal, just to survive.

This can be regarded as the goal of many ordinary humans, but now I have not realized that my body can actually achieve eternal life without any consumption.

Once I put aside the distracting thoughts in my mind, I began to organize the useful information in my memory.

I intend to obtain a useful interpersonal relationship from the relevant information about the characters.

Although I am not quite sure who these memories belong to now, they describe each person's survival experience so clearly and also write about what they have done. Now I only need to record the key points of these things. When I return to human society, I can query them through my own relationships and I should be able to know clearly who these memories belong to.

But it’s easier said than done than you might think.

Those memories seemed to have been actively categorized, like the trivial things in daily life, such as eating, sleeping, playing... seemed to have been automatically categorized and stored in a corner of my mind.

Although this information is useful, it is too much and too messy, so it can be directly called useless information.