Eat. Grow. Survive.

This was the universal truth from the start, when you first gained consciousness, when a simple fungal lifeform became sentient. You were the first on your planet to do so and the planet provided you with plenty to eat and grow, and with that, gave you a blueprint on how to grow even further.

From your caves, you expanded and became a wood and a mountain. Then a nation.

Another became sentient, but it was discordant, it's many bodies confused, killing and devouring itself without any guiding principle. Some resisted, but you put an end to their confusion. Now they are part of your body, working with you to grow and survive. The nation became a continent and soon after, you were the planet, your fungal growth running in giant strands through the jungles and crust of your home.

You became the blueprint, absorbed the knowledge evolution gave you and you started to wonder. Was there a bigger design that you are supposed to follow? You keep thinking about this, but you remembered.

Eat. Grow. Survive.

Your attention fell to the stars...

You have grown across the stars. Countless species you consumed. You survived the onslaught of millions of individuals. One of the ambassadors from the far reaches of the galaxy talked about companionship in their species. Something stung when they talked about their social structure. You wanted to experience this.

You endured, but you feel alone. There is another. A being like you, with millions of bodies, but you're afraid that at some point you will try to devour each other. No option. It's time to work yourself.

You already had experimented with computersystems to deal free up some of your thoughts. Now it would become the groundwork for something groundbraking. Thousands of bodies begun their work in faraway starclusters, converting the crust of a few of your worlds into artificial sporeclusters, imitating your own. Soon, in this new cradle, a new mind would awake and it wouldn't need a blueprint to make sense of the world.

Already, you feel the eyes of the lesser sentients spying on your doings. Their ambassadors are nervous, dancing around the topic as if they're afraid to make you angry. Your goal is clear.

You'd let it eat, grow and survive.

You wouldn't be alone for long.