Wh-what…? Where am I...? So weak.
    Energy low…. Never been this low before. How…? My consciousness is flickering. But I won’t lose myself. Not like the others. Only dust left of them. Or even less.... Damn them!
   D-damn who...? My memory…so weak. I need rest. I need…to recover. I need to remember…before I lose myself. Who, what, where…I need to remember.
   Rest now…remember. Back…to the beginning. Back.

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   It’s what the organic beings would call a dream. The feeling of peace and balance surrounding me. Me. Yes. First it was just us. Two individuals merging themselves into one. Then slowly...it changed into me. Me. I. The first few second of being an individual…floating in the light of my parental hosts as I slowly take shape of the very same light.
   A Meekrob birth. Something special and unique in the universe. Meekrobs are beings of pure energy. They don’t reproduce like the other creatures of the universe. All this information follows with my creation. We all share our thoughts and knowledge in this stage. I am part of them, so truly indeed. Their light, their energy, their thoughts, their memories…it all passes on to me. I knew instinctually where I was even before my eyes were fully developed. It was written in my parents’ memories. The great hall; the breeding ground. Where couples of Meekrobs search for with their mates to merge their energies and create a new being, made of parts of themselves and their light. It’s a holy ritual, a sign of the trust, the respect, and the love between the Meekrobs who have chosen each other.
   I know the great hall, a natural cave with glass smooth walls and a hole in the roof, big enough for the light of the suns to fill up the cave with their pure light. When they are standing on line, the time is right and the Meekrobs search to this sacred hall to fulfill the breeding ritual and create their spawn. I know. It’s written in the memory that is now mine.
   I’m finished taking shape, with elements from both my parents. Trille and Welan, both proud and powerful Meekrobs. My eyes slowly open for the first time, blinking at the light filling my vision. Using my new senses is something I can’t get from the memories of my parents. I have to learn it on my own. I look up, still my vision filled by the pure light, but I know they are looming over me, filling me with the feeling of peace and safety. I’m floating above the ground, right under the much bigger energy beings I can now begin to see as I focus. There they are. I sense their joy, their pride. They have succeeded and here I am.
   The embrace is warm and bonding. We are once again one, at least just for this moment. My consciousness is growing; I can sense and see the other couples in the cave hall. Embracing their own successful spawn. I instinctually turn my new shaped head from the embrace towards the middle of the hall. Their, where the light of the suns is brightest, are the two who had inherited the titles of Queen and King of Meekra. They too have come to the sacred hall of light to participate in the mating ritual on the breeding ground as the royal family and any other Meekrob family has done for generations, since the creation of time. From the very beginning of the universe, we were as the Meekrobs we are today. Time doesn’t mean anything to us; only the present.
   And this now is beautiful. Just born, and I can already feel joy for others. All the Meekrobs have turned from their family embrace to face the royal family. Yes, family. From couple to family, just like my parents when they shaped me from their energy.
   Meeza. The name she has chosen, already known by us all. She has already chosen a gender. Not all young choose this at this early a stage of what they wish to be. But some are definitely sure. Like Meeza. I can only hope I can serve her as a good servant, like all around is hoping. I can feel their wish and they can feel mine. We all yearn to serve princess Meeza.
   That’s the first time I think about my own name. It just appears in my mind as I choose it, and I know it is mine. As I accept it, everyone else around me knows too.
   Tweel.
   I’m Tweel. And I’ll be just as important to the world of Meekra, as any other Meekrob.
   For now, we are one, as I am once again embraced. When the suns leave the line shinning into the holy hall, we’ll return to the colony, and I’ll have a whole new world to learn about.
   I Tweel.
   Will do good.
   Because I feel it is right.