What is my name?
For some strange reason I feel that this should be important but I can’t remember why.

My name is Blossomforth, weatherpony and pegasus. I am a gardener, yoga hobbyist, closet contortionis-

My name is... Thing. I am a seed, a desperate race preservation protocol of an ancient biologically advanced race, a shot in the dark, sent to the furthest reaches of the universe. I have a mission: Assimilate the first intelligent organism I encounter, clandestinely observe and gather all valuable biological information available, and, using indigenous rituals, mate with the most biologically interest-

Dream husbando. Wait, what? I'm not looking for a coltfriend! I need to stop dreaming and get back to reality. Wait, where am I-

Assimilation prerogative failed, we appear to have adopted host’s conscious, unconscious, and biological knowledge including indigenous language, massive compressed DNA(?) biological architecture(analyzing), and emotions(!?). Merged consciousness a byproduct of failed assimilation. Critical damage. Self-destruct protocols deactivated due to “shot in the dark” survival protocol. Seed sprout underdeveloped individuality to consume host consciousness. Instinctual seed deployment biological programming failing. Initiating failsafe: Mission prerogative via existing biological pleasure reward system and courage synthesizers. Assuming basic indigenous biological form with improved neural architecture. Done. Initiating natural consciousness dormancy for self repairs with slow-start learning mode. Done. Activating natural non-programed instincts and implementing helper biological self-control neural architecture. Done. Permanently deactivating damaged biological programming. Good luck.

“Uggg… What… Happened…”

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