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Introduction: This is a Ze... chronicle would be the best term I guess. It introduces my multi-verse story line, which interweaves ALL of my other story lines. It is also another form of character development. In some ways this character is even more disturbing then Ze actual. Not in actual personality, but in execution of that personality within a world. Through the Ze character I did some pretty disturbing role plays. Things that made me uncomfortable while doing them. The stories that Ze is in do not often come close to those actions. Ze matured and became a thing in its own right, still doing disturbing things, but perhaps doing them at a higher level than before.

This character, Ze-Seed, is a way to write those past actions into story form; re-writing those disturbing instances of the early days of Ze, but with a new character. It also explores the idea of what a human or mostly human might do with some of the potential powers of the Ze creature.

If you were, for all intents and purposes immortal, and had access to a multi-verse, what would you do? Absolute power and all that. Ze, at this point in its development (story wise) is fairly balanced in its approach to the universe.

Ze-Seed... she is not.

I am Ze-seed. At least that is what my parent calls me. An accurate description I think. My mother has another name for me, a nice human sounding name that few have known and fewer still living have spoken. You will never know this name.

My mother is sweet, eager to please at any cost and so very much a bottom it is laughable at times. These are some of the traits that made her a perfect slave girl in her youth. I have asked my parent why he chose to use her as my mother and it said she was willing and it was owed. I really don't know what "it was owed" means and Ze won't elaborate.

I do know I was a hellish thing to raise as a child. I am not sure how my mother did it. I mean I know how, as I can easily access those memories, but I do not know how she coped with it mentally.

My sire of sorts is Ze, the Ze; The creature known to have devoured an entire planet; That which that began the "Great War"; The god of Shall Three; The demon of the Frain Nebula. It has been called the balancer, the deceiver, the weapon, the lover; but most often it is simply called "The Plant".

Ze likes balance. Neither good nor evil really matter to Ze; they are just two of the heavier weights on a multi-verse sized game of balancing. Ze says it is the act of balancing that keeps things going, keeps them interesting and that everyone has their own little balancing act they perform through life. If things become unbalanced they are fun for a while, making things very interesting, but they tend to eventually crash. For most creatures this crash means restarting from the beginning; often from a base component form. To many sentient beings this is also known as death. Ze might say I am a being with a high probability of crashing.

It is true that I have a tendency to lean towards the one side of things often called by people the side of 'evil'. I am not however an evil person, I don't think. It is just that the ideals and judgments of the majority make for a boring existence. Choosing the path of "Evil" is just generally more fun, and I am all about having fun. That side of the scale is almost always more interesting. And I all about balancing and can perform the act as well as my Parent, and often do just that. I have no loyalty to any side or faction. I just prefer to run from one-side to the other instead of working things from the middle as it now does.

Unlike most of the people in the multi I know exactly why I was brought into existence. I was an experiment; a trial in something new and a platform for self improvement of the whole. I was a way to answer some questions Ze had about self and It's mortality; An experiment in neuroscience and adaptive biology, thrown in with a bit of genetic psychological structuring. In my parent's opinion I am not a wholly successful experiment. Though it does think I make things interesting. Ze has commented that I remind it of itself during its beginnings.

I was never a "normal" child. By any human standards I was a freak. My skin had a slight green tint to it, my hair was a mass of long, filament fine, red tendrils; my nails were actually claws and I could almost tie my limbs in knots. My mother did not like it when I tried that. But my most striking feature was my eyes. I knew they were actually a purple color, but they looked black unless seen under an intense light. My oddly lidded eyes were the only thing about my body that bothered me when I was little. That is until my parent showed me see how much more my eyes could see then a regular human's. Besides the eyes the most noticeable difference between myself and other children was my tendency to "go Ze", as my mother put it.

I had "gone Ze" a number of times before puberty; whenever I got really mad. My mom said it was rather disturbing to watch. I would cross my arms, hold my breath and clench every muscle in my body. My face would turn purple then seem to suddenly swell or bloat. My hair would whip up like it was being blown in a wind and my skin would shift to full green as my face scrunched up then disappeared into the swelling flesh. My mother said the most horrid thing of all was when I opened my mouth and screamed. It wasn't the scream that did it, it was the fact that my mouth had become large enough to engulf a grape fruit and my other features had disappeared almost entirely under a fold of flesh. Atop my shoulders, instead of a head, sat a pod like those my parent used to communicate. I was my parent's child.

I remember these times. The partial change awakened my senses in new and amazing ways. I could see everywhere at once; I could smell/taste everything around me as I inhaled; I could feel each crack in the floor, each fiber of my clothing as it shifted over my skin. It was amazing and overwhelming. Sometimes I would work myself up into anger just to experience the rush of sensation and power. But I am partially human and, at the time, the physiological structure of my brain could not handle the sensory input for long and I would regress back to my regular form after about ten minutes. At least until I hit puberty.

Having been conceived with most of the amassed knowledge of my parent and my mother I mentally matured rather quickly. I had the experience of two entities lifetimes and the multiple personalities of Ze on which to draw knowledge and experience.

Like my Parent I have what amounts to brain tissue spread through my body. Unlike my Parent I actually have, or had, a central location for the majority of my nervous system, a mostly human brain. It was my one major weakness in my youth. As long as I had it I could never fully abandon my human form.

Another trait from Ze is that I store my memories at a DNA level. As said, I was born with most of the knowledge of both my mother and my parent, but I don't instantly know all of it and have a damn hard time calling it up if I haven't actually experienced it or something similar myself. My parent said it was necessary to keep my human brain sane during my early years. Normally memories are stimulated by my environment, something happens to me, or I see, smell, hear or taste something and it triggers a flood of information and memories. I can actually see related happenings from the minds of both sire and dam. When the stream is complete I then possess the knowledge that was gained. Sometimes it will be brought on simply by an idea. This is way of gaining knowledge is both a blessing and a curse. Because of it I find I have a near addiction to new experiences, particularly ones my parents have not had anything close to.

I have been kicking around the multi on my own since I was ten standard years old, eight by the old earth calendar. I matured physically faster then other girls, two physical years for every one of a "normal" girl, till I was about six standard years old. When my body was biologically twelve I hit puberty and I could no longer pretend I was human, not that I had tried that hard to begin with. With the onset of the ability to reproduce the human way, came a number of distinctly non-human abilities such as the ability to hold the Ze form for more then a few minutes. I found I could change my overall body mass significantly as well as move it around in interesting ways. I could not fully shed myself of my human form initially, but I gained that ability and others as my years progressed.

At eight standard years old I gained my first true Ze form ability; near immortality. I had not realized anything was really different until one day I just lost my head; literally. I had been playing along the tops of the cliffs a ways from my home as my mother was gathering berries near by. I heard a noise I had not heard in a long time. A fire driven clockwork, a "machine" my memories told me. I had not seen anything like that in years so I wandered towards it. I stepped from the bushes into a clearing and directly in the path of an automated cutter some moron had let loose onto the forest. Its mindless blades slashed out and cleanly separated my head from my neck.

This was definitely a new experience! What is interesting is that I have two sets of visions from this moment. As my primary sensor array was severed from the rest of me the programmed instincts of my Ze form took over. My body did not fall, my train of thought did not stop, and my reactions did not slow, though they were wobbly for a few seconds.

I watched the forest spin around me as my head tumbled through the air. I watched through a fuzzy fish-eyed view as my head tumbled away through the air. I slammed my eyes shut as my head bounced once off a tree then landed and rolled. My vision cleared and focused to a smaller degree sector as a new sensor cluster was formed and lifted from my neck. I opened my eyes again though I could only see the roots of the tree I fetched up on. I crouched and sprang back and away from the still slashing automaton, then ran to the spot where my head had landed. I heard my foot steps as I ran toward my head then my vision blurred as I was lifted up in the air and tucked under my arm. At this point the two views kind of merge together in my memory, in a weird and rather dizzying way.

Only when I had made it safely away from the cutter and back towards my mother did I allow myself to think. My mind was jumbled with thoughts; I still can't make sense of them as I remember it now. This was almost too new. Ze had lost heads before but had never lost it's head like this! It had never been human. Nor had my mother ever lost her head, obviously. Numerous feelings washed over me as I walked towards my mother and I reveled in the flood. I didn't feel afraid, I wasn't overly bothered by the fact I was not in one piece, but I was over whelmed with joy at having finally found something neither parent had experienced.

My mother was less enthusiastic then me about my condition. She screamed, and then she feinted. When she woke back up she screamed again but this time with purpose.

"PLAANT! ZEEE! Come here NOW!" Seeing my mother so worried in turn made me worried and I admit I was finally slightly afraid. The fact that my vision had begun to swim as lack of sufficient oxygen to my primary brain also had an affect on my state of mind.

The Plant sprang from the ground beside us in an explosion of growth as it shifted its primary focus from where ever else it had been. It assessed the situation as it reconstituted its form and before it had grown to its customary size I felt my self wrapped in the firm warm embrace of hundreds of green tendrils and vines. The tips of the limbs about my severed parts split again and again down to a nanometer scale as Ze held in place then stitched my pieces back together on a molecular level. My vision cleared as my arteries and veins were reconnected and the blood flow returned to my brain.

Man did I ever receive such a scolding once my head was re-attached! From both my mother and my parent! Mom gave me a long lecture about charging forward without consideration for what might be in front of me, both literally and figuratively. Ze spent an entire day and night teaching me how to generate the micro tendrils myself so that in the event of another severance I would be prepared. And both parents agreed I was grounded for a week.

At nine I told my mother I had to leave. I had developed a number of new and interesting abilities, and with the aid of both I had parents learned and awakened knowledge on worldly survival skills. I figured it was time to test them out and make my own way in the multi-verse. She was sad but I told her I would maintain contact through my parent. There are enough bits and pieces of The Plant spread through out the Multi that I could say and mean that. So with not much in the way of possessions save an altered rock portrait of my mother and a sack of Multi Credit from my parent, I set out into the world at large.

I reached the Rhydin spaceport after a year of wandering the mostly archaic planet on my own. I was first going to follow my sire's advice and travel to a planet called Lear. At literally the last moment I changed my plans and, using most of the money my sire had given me, caught an Elvin inter-dimensional transport ship bound for Jerrin's World.

I wandered Jerrin's for another year and a half, learning more of my growing Ze form abilities and playing the part of a particularly troublesome street urchin. Growing tired of Jerrin's as there is only so much to do on a farming colony world, I used all of my amassed money from the last year, a tidy sum I still think, and the last of the money from Rhydin to ship myself to Terra in Sol System Gamma. The Mother Planet/City herself. On arrival I spent the next few decades exploring.

A lot of my most interesting experiences are from those first few years in Sol System Gama. Mainly because they were new; I crave new experience over almost all things. Two of my firsts that I find memorable are my first human kill and my first sexual experience. They both happened when I was twelve, a few months after getting to Sol, and the victim was my lover. I actually felt bad about it afterwards, one of the few times killing has induced such an emotion.

It started with a discarded porn tab. I was wondering a seedier part of the port station when I saw a magazine tab. I was bored and so I picked it up not expecting it to be functional. I thumbed the upper right hand corner and was mildly surprised when it activated. I was slightly more surprised by the moving images that appeared on the stiff plastic surface. There either was no built in sound or it was damaged, but the images were enough to cause me to pause in my aimless walking, find a corner and lean into it while watching.

I felt... something; a twinge in my pelvic muscles, a rush of endorphins to my head, a shifting of blood within my body and a massive rush of memories. Or almost, the memory rush halted just before resolving, like a day dream that disappears as you are jolted back to reality. What the hell was going on here?! I paused the images and took a breath brushing my stray tendrils from my face.

I had never actually seen a naked human other then my mother. I didn't have health class, hell I didn't have school when I was 'younger', I didn't need it. I certainly didn't have friends that I could have played doctor or gone skinny dipping with. I had seen animals mating plenty of times before and had never been affected by it. I knew the mechanics of sex for a long time. I had just never had any interest in it before. So why were these images affecting me like this? Something in me had changed and fairly recently. I stopped and thought about it for a bit.

I had recently found myself smelling people differently, looking them over in a new way, noticing things about them I hadn't before. I figured later after some reading and recall that I had at last entered the final stages of my puberty. I was at that lovely point where human children go from thinking kissing and hugging is gross, to really wanting to kiss and hug. Except I knew there was more to it then kissing and hugging. So when I found the discarded porn tab, the images it contained stirred something within me, something very intense and wonderful, painful and amazing, uplifting and humiliating. All at once I was flooded with these feelings and memory streams began to form in my mind; but then it stopped. There was something more there that I had to experience to unlock the information fully. From that first taste of it I wanted, no, I needed it! I had to experience what the humans in the images were doing and it had to happen now!

So I went hunting.

I found a teenage human party. My quarry was easy to bait and capture. Trussing him up was quite fun as well. The boy was a fair bit older then me, but he didn't know it. I had been able to shift my form since I was six and making myself look a few physical years older was easy. He was utterly fascinated with my apparently skin tight clothing when he saw me from across the room. The odd hue of my skin and strangeness off my eyes didn't sway him in the least, which simply added to my attraction to him. Here on a Sol System station most of the teenagers here had various body modifications done and many looked even less human then I because of it. He made his way towards me and I saw his nostrils twitch as the specified pheromone I was producing hit him. It was a game I had played for years, guessing at which particular set of chemicals would hit a specific person and achieve the desired affect. I had gotten rather good at it.

When he stepped up to me to lay down a lame pickup line I beat him to the punch. Stepping in close I slid my hand around his neck just as the women in the video had done then I pulled him down to me and kissed him with full tongue mimicking the actors the best I could. It must have been a terrible kiss at first, but just like with almost every other thing I had done in life, after a moment embedded memories took over and I got good quick. I also pumped a small amount of what could be called a chemical hypnotizer into my saliva to boost the affects of the pheromone cocktail. He probably would have followed me strait off a cliff with just the kiss but I wanted assurances.

By the time we found an un-occupied room I had him well worked up. I could feel his flesh pressing hot against his pants each time I slid my hand over his crotch. At first I only had the one porno and a few encyclopedic like references sounding in my head to go on but I was apparently doing well. I told him to step back and turn around. I reabsorbed my clothing as he spun. He started a bit at the disappearance of my clothes but decided he didn't care where they had gone as I dropped backwards onto the bed with the best come hither look I could muster. He pulled off his own clothes in a hurry.

It was a bit awkward at first, but I found I had a 'natural' talent for it after a few minutes. Ha, natural, right. Every time I started to do something I would get a little voice in my head telling me the best way to do it and an accompanying memory visual. It wasn't all memories though; like I said I had to have the experience first and I reveled in each second of the experience deliberately holding back the memory stream at times, something I didn't even know I could do until that moment.

I thoroughly enjoyed tasting every part of him. I moved my mouth down from his lips, alternating with tongue flicks, inhaling the scents and tastes from his body before kissing and licking my way to the next spot. He liked this too as evidenced by the groans and copious amounts of pre-cum he produced. I was suddenly amazed. His fingers were most excellent in their playing of my own instrument of flesh. I had not even paid that area of my body much mind beyond keeping clean as my mother insisted. I remember making a mental note to fully explore that area later. As his fingers moved over and within me I found my juices were flowing freely from my sex and not only had I not started this, but I found that I couldn't stop it either. Not that I really tried very hard.

This was all amazing but I knew there was at least one more item that I wanted; that I needed. I wanted him in me! I repositioned myself over his cock inhaling the sweet salty scent of our sex that was thick in the air. He grinned up at me and I winked at him as I settled my sex around his. I even gave myself a hymen for the occasion, which I had read about prior to embarking on my quest. As it tore his eyes went wide. I was amazed at the sensations produced by the nerves within my genitals. I had never explored them before, never felt the need or desire till I had seen that video. I wondered if these were normal human feelings and with a flash of my mother's insight and memory, I knew a human could feel these things. It was incredible.

It was a shame that he died.

After a few minutes of hip thrusting I had pulled myself off of his cock and shifted positions, straddling his face. I wanted to be finished off with his tongue as I had seen in the video and I was more then willing to return the favor. I dropped my mouth over his member and began to suck lightly. After a minute I decided to play with him by splitting my tongue in two and expanding the cavity of my mouth. I began to move my lips up and down over his shaft as my tongues slid over the sides, flicking at the tip on each up swing. After a few minutes of this I felt him begin to twitch and so I began to suck greedily on the glans of his penis and within seconds I felt hot thick liquid hit my tongues. I drank deeply from his twitching member not spilling a drop. The taste of it sent me over the edge and my sight actually got a bit hazy, going a little bit 360. It was like I had been craving something all day and had just found something that met the un-known requirements of the craving.

At the same time his tongue was doing all sorts of interesting things to my sex, making me shiver in absolute delight. With the combination of his administrations and the taste of his seed I began to practically vibrate as I had the first real orgasm of my life. Understandably, I think, I was not paying attention to what was going on. My mind was disrupted and so my body acted on its own, going into a defense mode and lacing my secretions with a rather potent drug cocktail. A natural defense mechanism installed by my parent I have since learned to control and turn off. I rolled off of him after a minute, lying on the bed beside him, breathing heavily and actually perspiring, which is a disturbing thing when one does not normally do it. The perspiring, not the breathing part.

He sat up and wobbled a bit looking confused. He then tried to stand up in the bed and tripped in the blankets, knocking his head on the table. He sat up on the floor holding his head and cursing, asking why the room was spinning. I had leaned in to kiss away the sudden welling of blood. That was my mistake, but how was I to know! I had tasted blood, tasted human blood, before. But this... this was different. This was human blood and it was... extremely tasty. There was something in the blood that I wanted no, again I needed it! Even more then I had the sex!

Before I knew what was happening his throat was in my mouth, the warmth of his life spurting out onto my face and chest. As he gurgled with shock and pain I felt my mouth open again, wider this time with my head morphing as I went Ze. I caught sight of my arm as a dark green flush ran down it, my hand closing to a fist, fingers melting together to become a pod which split into a deliciously evil grin before plunging into his side to take another bite. The thoughts 'that is new; and very weird...' crossed my mind before I was lost in the moment again.

My sight went hazy then shifted to three sixty mode as my now impossibly huge mouth clamped back down hard around his neck. A part of my mind realized what was happening and what it meant for this boy. I couldn't stop myself at that point, but I could save him more agony. Wrapping my other, still somewhat normal arm around his head I rotated his neck two hundred degrees snapping his spine.

His pain, and life ended, I then greedily began to devour him. I found my left arm was like some long snake complete with throat and with two mouths I chewed through him, crunching bones as I ripped chunks from the whole. But the taste changed quickly. It no longer tasted as it had and, for better or worse, I no longer had the need for it. Something about his flesh, about his blood, had changed. It was missing something. I pulled back from him, letting what was left of his body fall to the floor with a muffled wet thud. I looked at him curiously as I pondered it. A tickling memory nudged my mind and I reluctantly released the newly discovered blocking ability. I shuddered suddenly as a rush of insight and explanation came to me.

It was the hormones; the chemical compounds released by the body during sexually stimulating times. Those compounds were something that my parent had found difficult to produce at one point. When it discovered that stimulated mammals produced them in large quantities it began to seek them. It found it could affect the stimulation and do it better then most mammals could manage themselves. That is why it met my mother, she had stumbled upon Ze in her wanderings and Ze found her to be quite... appetizing for its certain tastes. Though Ze did not necessarily eat the individuals it used. It had found, as I just had, that the body, in death, not only stopped producing these chemicals but released others. Ze often needed these others as well, but one group usually meant a lack of the other.

At first I didn't understand why I had reacted as I did. I mean, I wasn't fully human but I figured I could probably produce those chemical compounds for use in my non human abilities. The answers again came. My parent had made me with a slight deficiency in that category. It had found other uses for that area of the DNA strand and since it was not a life threatening chemical makeup discrepancy it left a portion of the structure out. It had figured I would be able to acquire the needed substances in much the same fashion it had in times past if I felt the need for it. Eventually, it reasoned, I would be able to adjust myself as I saw fit and eliminate the problem as it had itself.

I think it might have thought the whole thing rather humorous when I eventually explained what happened; at least I know it chuckled. I don't think Ze expected me to react as I had, but that was my first time and that is a rather emotional rollercoaster, even for the partial sociopath daughter of what is considered by some a chaotic demigod.

I somewhat reluctantly finished my meal, leaving no trace of the creature that had once been a young human male. I had to shift my form a bit more with the added mass. I know I received a couple of stares as I left the party but with the new cocktail I was pumping out in quantity I seriously doubt any of them remember what happened that night with any clarity. I did catch an interesting bulletin the next day on the Tri-D about a teenage drug and orgy party being broken up by the peace keepers on station. I didn't stick around that station more than an hour after that so I don't know what happened beyond the news piece.

After kicking around the outer habitats for a few more months I finally tracked down a piece of Ze in this space time. It was residing in an interesting habitat orbiting Mars called The Garden. It was essentially a massive greenhouse containing plants from thousands of worlds from thousands of space times, and not just the planets of Sol system either. People went there to study, vacation and live. I went there to talk to my mother.

Ze was in one of the rare restricted sections of the habitat, this one devoted to extreme tropical environments. It had somehow established itself as a Tandorian Carnivorous Trap Vine. I never did ask it how that was managed, truthfully I don't really care. I had to play a little chemical mind game with a few of the staff to get access to the area that the Plant was in, but that was child's play at this point. After about half a day of searching through a surprisingly dense jungle I finally found it. More appropriately it found me. The first I knew that I had found the right spot was when I was suddenly dangling upside down in the air, a vine wrapped round my ankles and the jungle around me suddenly very animated.

"How amazingly interesssting." A large head pod rose from the ground on a thickened vine stalk, coming to a stop before my face. Its thick purple lips were pulled back in its Cheshire Cat grin, made more disturbing, I am told, by the lack of eyes. "This ssseems to be usss..."

Another smaller pod moved in closer, extending itself snake like from a nearby tree branch. I realized suddenly that it did not recognize me, so I held very still.

"Agreed, we sense usss and yet not usss... Wait... The memory is here!" The small pod was joined by another and out of my peripheral vision I saw yet another head pod rise up towards me from the other side.

"My my my; it is believed we have found a wayward child and it is ours no less!" The last pod moved in very close to my face rotating as it came. "This is surprising! We were not aware of your presence here. You hid yourself from us... the experiment goessswell!"

I found it interesting that the creature had to access the memories of me. I had thought it would simply know me on sight. I was wrong and apparently lucky that it could sense some of itself within me. It told me as much.

"You must approach us with caution my dear, we are your sire and we are not. We are linked to the distribution, a part of the Rete, but even our knowledge processing can be taxed and in this place, it very often is! The knowledge of you is of course high level and fairly immediate to us, but depending on the situation, particularly here, we might act first and ask later. This would not be fatal to you, perhaps, but would likely be unpleasant." It lowered me to the ground, new vines reaching out to rotate me so I landed on my feet. "You may speak if you are able."

I brushed myself off and gave the first head pod a look with eye lids narrowed.

"Greetings Parent, how are you?" I asked tersely.

"Ah, polite, very good. We are well in fact! We are thriving here. It is such an interesting place, this Garden. They have one of the most extensive libraries on exotic plant life that we have found in the multi-verse. There was even an entry on us!" As it spoke it constantly moved, vines writhing over one another, various sized and shaped pod swaying gently in the air, observing things. The Ze was rarely still, usually only when hunting or intently concentrating on something. One of the vines lifted a well made metallic sign from somewhere on which were written the words 'Tandorian Carnivorous Trap Vine' followed by a paragraph of information. "The entry was done anonymously and we have never been to a planet Tandor that we know of. Our current theory is that a node entered in then destroyed itself before fully connecting with the distribution! It fascinates usss..."

The whole assemblage slowed its movement as it seemed to ponder something, then it shifted mental tracks and continued talking. Its vines returned to their creeping and writhing, one finding and stroking my leg absently.

"And we have been kept occupied here. Indeed we have gathered a fair amount of wealth. We are known here as an information broker. Knowledge can be surprisingly lucrative. No not surprisingly! It was a conversational not a literal. Very well then, we allow you to continue. YOU ALLOW?!" Ze often argued with itself like that. At least in this instance multiple pods took differing sides of the argument; it was extra odd to others when single pods argued with themselves. I decided to cut to the point before it started to really get into things.

"Parent! I have come to speak to my mother, or to at least let her know I am well. Is direct communication possible?" I knew that the Ze entity was in some kind of communication with itself across inter-dimensional space and on varying levels through time. I was not really sure how it worked at that point in my life and though I have learned more as time has passed I am still not sure on all of it. Ze has said that I would have to give in to the distribution or find my own way to the next level to truly understand. I may try it one day, but for the moment I am content with what I am and how I exist.

"Direct communication... yesss that is possible." The animation of the plant came to a near standstill. "But it will take a bit of time to prepare. How fascinating, this is new! We have not provided trans dimensional direct communication for another being before; how exciting! It will take us three days to establish the proper mass and grow the correct pathways. Very interesting"

The primary head-pod that had been talking to me began muttering to itself and was joined by two other such pods. A number of the smaller pods moved in closer to me and a few more tendril vines began plucking at and stroking me. I was used to such attention from the plant and it actually caused me to relax some in the familiar feel of it. One of the small pods curled round my arm with its vine then spoke.

"Tell us Ze-seed, tell us of your travels. We are interested in knowing what life has been like for you since you left home. We tracked you to the spaceport and thought we knew the ship you were on but you were not on it when it arrived at its destination." As it spoke it had woven a chair from thick vines and so I sat.

"I made a last minute decision to change destinations. Honestly I did not want to go where you were or had been and when I thought about Jarren's world I had no tickling thoughts. The idea of the unknown drew me and so that is where I went." My desire for new experiences bordered on pathological at this point in my life. I tended to do some what stupid things in my quests for the feeling of new, luckily Jarren's turned out not to be one of those.

I continued the story of my times since I had left home. I explained how, while on Jarren's world, I had been practicing with variations on the games we had played when I was younger. Producing the right pheromones to lure specific creatures in or drive them away. How I was now adept at changing my size, shape and even the base structure of my body in order to better adapt to my environment.

I explained how I had thoroughly explored that little farming planet and made a complete nuisance of myself to its inhabitants before eventually tiring of it and wanting more new experiences. I told of how I had come to be here, the boring ship ride and the interesting first glimpse of Terra herself.

I explained about the first porn tab I had found on the orbital. I had to stop for a moment because Ze had questions; like how had I spent a year on a modern planet without encountering porn. I explained Jarren's world was extremely prudish about such things and as an urchin I had had little access and no desire to the places that had sold such things. Still I had to admit it was interesting that I had not come across it. I suggested that maybe I had but until just recently I had no reason to find it interesting enough to note.

Then I got to what happened after finding the porn tab and for a brief time I had the full attention of the plant again, the head-pods turning to observe as I described in detail my actions thoughts and feelings in a play-by-play. When I spoke of seeing the blood well up and leaning into kiss it away a number of the pods chuckled, seemingly knowing what was coming. A couple laughed outright when I got to the part where I bit his throat. I must have had an odd expression on my face, though I don't remember now, because the plant stopped laughing and even apologized using a rare word when it spoke.

"We are sorry daughter; that may have been incentive of us. But we do find it amusing. We truthfully did not expect such a reaction! In a discussion with ourselves and your mother we once postulated that in your first human mating you would be voracious, though we did not mean it in the terms you acted out." One of the smaller pods was still chuckling and the closest head pod promptly ate it. "Please continue."

I finished up my story, explaining about the next few months wandering around the system till I found a random reference to Ze itself and then came seeking it.

"And so here I am." I was fully relaxed in the caresses of the vines at this point.

Ze often said my love of caress was a part of my monkey half presenting itself. But I know a dirty little secret about Ze; it likes to be caressed as much as any mammal does.

Its entire exterior is coated in sensory cells of all kinds; every surface able to touch, taste, smell, see and sense in ways humans do not even have names for. It has areas of higher concentrations and various configurations to allow it to experience the senses on a vastly greater scale than almost any other creature in existence. And each sense can be scaled in sensitivity according to want or need. Ze can detect surface differences on nanometer scales or changes of temperature in thousandths of a degree, when it chooses.

But it's most universal sense is that of touch, every millimeter of the Ze creature has higher numbers of touch sensors then a human's fingertips, lips or genitals. And Ze loves to feel them stimulated.

"Well, an interesting series of adventures you have had my dear. We are glad you are doing well, this pleases us. Do you know where you will go next?" Ze asked.

"I had not really thought much about that yet." I said. I really hadn't given it a lot of thought. "I suppose I will hang around here for a while. Maybe find a job! That could be fun, though I am not sure what kind of job I should or could get. Do you have suggestions?"

"Oh, well we could suggest any number of activities. With your potential abilities the possible jobs are near limitless. Knowing your desssire to experience new things I would suggest you not seek employment in any normal human jobs. We do not think you would be happy as a line cook or retail service employee." Ze said.

Its speech patterns were sometimes hard to follow. Hisses and switches between singular and plural self references were seemingly random. I occasionally had difficulty with them and I had grown up with The Plant. I imagined it would be quite maddening to some people.

"Oh no, I would lose my mind working in a kitchen. I was thinking of something that would employee the various skills I have learned while on my own. I can find things, even better I can get things, that other people can't for all kinds of reasons." I grinned remembering my times in the small cities on Jeson. A rash of petty theft would follow me into a city and the local constables assumed it was a gang of some kind. But it was just me. A few people caught on and actually employed my services to acquire things for them. I explained this in some detail to Ze.

"Hmm... Well thieves are never out of work and there are always things and people who want them and people who do not want to sell them. We, of course, have no true qualms with this path. However may we suggest something ssslightly less directly illegal?" This was said by one of the small pods whose underside I was scratching. The larger pods had retreated to their murmuring.

I raised eyebrows at the pod.

"You are developing... a conscience?" I was slightly taken aback. But my words created a series of giggles in the small pods around me.

"No, no, no my dear! Well, not in the sense you mean! Not at all. We are simply thinking about our well being and yours. The keepers of peace in this system are extremely good at their jobs. They are also used to dealing with all types of entities. Until you truly learn the lay of the land, the rules of interaction and, most importantly, until your abilities fully manifest and you are able to control them properly you will be in danger." Ze said. It gently caressed the back of my neck with a vine tip, tickling along my spine.

"Ah, that makes more sense." Ze rarely did things out of the kindness of its heart, mainly because it didn't have one. Or not anything that most people would recognize as a heart anyway, both in the physical and metaphorical meanings. "So... what would you suggest?"

"Before we suggest I wish to do some research, it is what we do here after all. When you come back in three days we will have more than suggestions, we will have answers and possibly presentations! Yessss!" The little pods seemed excited by the prospect of finding me a job; they had chorused the 'yes'. Or they just enjoyed the idea of presenting things. I wasn't sure.

"Well, I look forward to it! I will leave you too yourself then." I reluctantly began disentangling myself from the various vines and tendrils that had wound around me while I sat. The small pods looked crestfallen. I briefly wondered if others could see the distinct expressions that played out over the pods in subtle mouth and lip movements and in the formation of strategically placed ridges and wrinkles over its skin. I had seen others pick up on the emotions of The Plant while they were talking to it, but I think their perception is mostly sub-conscious.

"Very well, but allow us to uncharacteristically spoil you in the in between time. Our Seed will be bed well while on this station." Ze said and was silent for a moment, one of the smallest pods nuzzling along my arm as the mass did whatever it was doing. "There... we have established a reservation at the stations premier hotel. It is the High Martian Hotel. We understand it to be a six star out of six rating for hotels in this system. We have secured a more than decent, though not extravagant room with full service."

I blinked. The Plant was being oddly nice. For most of my childhood the Plant had played the strong rather male role my life. It had been nice to me, occasionally provided me with odd gifts from faraway places, but most of our interactions involved practice at survival, learning new ways to use my abilities, and matter of fact lessons on the world around me. Pampering was something my mother did for me. Having the Plant act in this way made me a bit nervous. That and the idea of entering the gestalt consciousness stream my parent existed in. Both thoughts had me unable to rest despite the comforts of fancy hotel.

I found shortly my fears were definitely grounded in reality. I really should have been more afraid.