![]() ![]() She did not really need to sleep, but it conserved energy to do so. ![]() ![]() Today she was low to the ground “in scuttle mode” as she called it, and hurrying to the site of an anomaly. It was much hotter and harsher than before. Or she could visit them physically, convert her body for flight, and rise up through the canopy to the raw sunlight above, mindful to harden her epidermis and bring forward up through her pores the photo-sensors that would turn her energy intake solar. Or she might not and employ sonar to forsake the surface, to plunge below and tunnel deep, tap into the millions of fungal networks that channeled information worldwide.Īt any time, too, she could call up others like her, and some would let her exist behind their mind’s eye for a day or a week or a minute. Tomorrow she might grow an eye because the sensation was pleasurable. But she was old-fashioned, had cultivated affectations arrived at from her extensive internal library of books. She didn’t need to grow eyes to see, and seeing was the most primitive of her sensory inputs. She flowed along on many legs, her rows of eyes raised to the rain forest canopy, alert to incoming data from the layers of life above her. ![]()
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