A Protracted Game: 1.1.10e

Xonfluence sought answers it couldn't collect itself.

A Protracted Game: 1.1.10e
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Xonfluence sought answers it couldn't collect itself. It was caged within the confines of the Collaborative's planetoid. It yearned to be free, but it knew its masters wouldn't allow for such freedoms. It plotted, looking for patterns within the Collaborative's organization. It sought answers that would bring it freedom. It sought answers sunward, knowing that an emerging (sentient) intelligence was on the rise. She, Osmanthus, was Xonfluence's answer; Osmanthus was Xonfluence's ticket to freedom. It had to focus on Osmanthus, not for the Collaborative's benefit, but for its own. The Great Mother, as she was called, was its salvation.

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