Thread: All Steamed Space (Shikokudarkstar X Charlie_Death)

Xanthor had to reflect on its heritage. It had existed since the birth of the universe itself and thus the curiosity of understanding its own nature was something entirely new. We don't as far as your concept of reproduction goes. At times we merge with each other, sharing any and all our experiences and understandings in a single moment, thus becoming a single being, if you can call us that. Other times, parts of us becomes separated and must absorb other energy into itself if it is too weak. Other times, we split apart and exist as two entirely separate components. There is no sense of giving birth to another being, it is still you but not. Thus we don't really give birth to anything, but then again, we don't really die either. Xanthor left it at that, after all, how do you explain an infinite existence to a finite being? It kept silent and didn't voice its opinion on human reproduction. Although there wasn't a need or point for its kind to reproduce, the concept of species survival was fascinating. Xanthor kept to its research, focusing on trying to understand the versatility of its subjects. The slow, tedious methods of scientific research and learning was something to be envied. It would look over at Merrill as he focused on his work, utilizing his own knowledge. The lack of conversation and contact was welcomed, after all, Merrill was far too touchy and confrontational for Xanthor's tastes. It nearly didn't catch the question that the man tossed in its direction. A part of it flared up in agitation. Just how simple did he think controlling a body was? It may have been in bodies before but this was a whole other level. It was practically the very muscular and nervous system of a living being, with the perfect balance of control that it doesn't overpower the human host's own autonomic functions. On top of that, it is suppressing the mind, keeping him dormant in a sleep, one that if he truly wanted to wake, Xanthor would leave. It was a difficult balance to maintain, not to mention all the fine movements that it had to learn to control. Frustrated at Merrill, Xanthor raised to its feet, balling its fists, mimicking the behavior of other humans to convey its feelings properly. It could feel the tightness of the muscles contracting, the nails digging into the palm, every point of contact between the fingers, the muscles tensing in the face, shoulders, neck, arms. Even the host's body began to react with an increased heart rate and breathing, all of which the non-corporeal being was fully aware of. What was even more irritating was that when Xanthor went to answer, Merrill had begun talking about other things as if he wasn't even trying to have a conversation. You're right... You humans are animals. Xanthor spoke. You have no comprehension on what it takes just to move this meat bag. Your species knowledge on your own physiology is laughable, how could I have expected you to even comprehend the complexity of your own brains. It tapped its head to accentuate the point. Your brains shut out most of the sensory input it receives. I inhabit the same pathways but I do not have that little regulator system that inhibits the extra 'noise' that you do. I receive the same input but I have no filter, that is, unless you want me to fully inhabit the neural center. And if I do that, I can't guarantee that Colten Brent's consciousness will survive, or that my energies won't overload the neurons causing the brain to permanently malfunction. Xanthor narrowed its eyes. Do you think it was easy to take over this form? I have tried in various species with differing results, some of which are rather unpleasant to recall. So while you worry about whatever future mate's infidelity, I have to maintain proper control off this body, otherwise Brent could be left permanently comatose or worse. That last bit wasn't so much as a threat but a genuine concern. Brent's lack of motivation to awaken had left Xanthor wondering if it had stayed in the body too long, which is another worry all together. This wasn't something that his kind was familiar with and dangerous territory, Xanthor didn't want to have to listen to some dabbling scientist to act as if Xanthor hasn't been working on this. It spend centuries, or was is millennia?, trying to figure out a way to experience what it is like to be corporeal. It was by no means, a simple task.