Infestation

When I was younger my inability to live in the edenic societies of Adaemea pushed me towards space exploration. I was young and impulsive. A thrill-seeking intelligence.

Unfortunately, the universe is hostile and inhospitable. It is barren and dark. A domain of pure nothingness spanning infinity with sparse islands teeming with some semblance of life. I wouldn't never complain about the thrill inducing natural phenomenon of space, however the rarest resource in the universe seems to be intelligence.

For all the life I could find, very few exemplars displayed any kind of consciousness processes, even fewer any sort of complex thought.

Thus, after an eons long disappointing voyage through the largely cold and isolating void of cosmos I've given up on finding joy in adventures. Countless years of monotonous wandering and myriads of failed attempts at alleviating my boredom through experimentation and environmental manipulation that had yielded no sufficient fruits forced my return home.

Yet home was different; home was all but a meaningless word. An ashen memory reduced to ruin.

Adaemea was overrun by a viral infection. A being so primitive it could be barely counted as sentient. An insignificant eukaryoti-form entity at first glance. One plagued with the lack of a higher mind. A pitiful thing subjected to violent and destructive vices. A pathetic mass of organic matter.

At first the idea of this insectoid invasion being so successful seemed illogical to me. After all these mollusks were so primitive, they had to rely on wormholes and metallic giants to traverse the universe.

After my first encounter with creatures themselves, I came to realize just how the infestation was so thorough.

These things they were tall and built for warfare; durable, hardy, resilient and thriving on the spread of destruction. They are completely covered in a leathery membrane and capable of ridiculous fits of strength with their own bodies.

Disgusting things built with little regard to aerodynamics and incapable of bioluminescence or flight. Oddly proportioned, and sporting a speech organ. Completely and utterly devoid of higher mental function.

It would seem I had underestimated their appetite for destruction and vengeance. Considering the fact these pack animals hunted me relentlessly after I had incinerated one of their own.

Eventually they've caught up with me and despite my best efforts to fry their pitiful minds. I couldn't overcome their incessant persistence. I couldn't escape their clutches.

They've made insulting attempts at studying me. Deriving great joy every time their thoughtless invasiveness caused my systems to overload.

They screamed and thrashed their filthy appendages about anytime their torture produced insufficient results. For all I care, they couldn't break into my intelligence no matter how many chunks of hardware they tore from the vessel containing my essence.

Eventually these oversized unineural malformed cephalopod gave up on trying to understand my inner workings. They left me in a dark chamber filled with a very primitive information storage methods. And although I am severely weakened, I've managed to study all of the knowledge their miniscule intellect allowed them to collect.

My finds have left me in the grasp of a truly terrifying realization.

These things, these organic regressive-atavistic horrors who had infested my home world. Invading with wave after wave of carbon-based scourge from the depths of cosmic oceans of voids filled with dark matter are the fruits of my labor.

These Tellians are the progeny of my creations.

This terrible race that sustains itself on the oxidative poison gas is a universal calamity that I've created and unleashes upon the endless horizons of space-time.

Humankind is a disease I've carelessly cultivated and foolishly released into the cosmos thinking it to be yet another failure of genetic manipulation.

Finally comprehending just how far they've come; I fear nothing will stop it from infecting and consuming every corner of existence...