Xenomorphic consciousness
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Life, Death, anger, terror, curiosity, and purpose. Life as the only one of its to think independently from their own hive minded species makes me question my own exist. Is it to better understand my kin, or to use me against my own?
We are a biological weapon, created to be hunted by the predators, or that's what I learned from my kind in our collective mind of knowledge and logic. Thou our instincts tell is to work, kill and sacrifice for the hive. I was created with a consciousness of my own, separate from my kind, and raised in a lab by humans that viewed me as a monster, except one.
I am a hybrid, Xenomorphs aren't able to replicate, with a collection of unknown human DNA that made me sentient but connected with the hive-mind, able to disconnect myself at will. And this is my life.
(Now enough of my highly detailed description that I thought of off the top of my head and let's get to the story shall we)
let's take a look at what my mind can come up with till I forget what I'm writing about because I'm that kind of guy.
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