The road was red upon which the little one found itself flowing swiftly to an unknown destination. The features strange, communities of others not that un alike busy functioning, creating, breathing feeding as one living entity. A tissue of existing ways and means.. The drumming flow quickly transported the little one hither and yon in quick surges with a contingent of others of different shapes, and sizes swiftly moving toward unknown destinations along different paths.
The surge slowed and the tide brought him up against another, larger, older one..reaching he held fast and allowed the flow to move on past. finally an anchor of sorts amidst this orchestrated throbbing chaos..The older one recognizing a fellow being brought the little one close..they reached for each other and slowly the little one merged with the skin of the other..becoming one in substance.uniting in flesh. the older provided the little one with sustenance and a place to rest against the tide..
The little one quickly began to unfold..its core becoming laced with the flesh of the other..joining its thoughts and path with the other..the older not recognizing the thoughts as foreign embraced them and took them for its own incorporating them in to its very being...allowing the purpose of the other to become its own..the production of the older became more and more bent toward fulfilling the purposes of the other..until finally...replicas of the first invader were released onto this surging red road..and another virus entered the blood stream...assimilation...complete