The Ellimist Chronicles (Animorphs)
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an addition to the Animorphs series by Katherine Applegate.
emerged. We sent a drone out to intercept and survey. The drone never returned. Two months later we got the answer from another sensor's drop-pod. The alien vessel had fired on our drone and destroyed it using some sort of high-energy beam weapon. There were no life signs aboard the ship. It had been programmed to defend itself, I suppose. We modified a drone with a defensive force field and faster engine and sent it back to intercept the alien vessel again. "This time we got lucky. The alien
One," I replied. "It's trapped within our force field. Or half in and half out." It was not encouraging to realize that the people in charge had no real idea what had happened down here by engine three. Had no idea that the force field had been compromised. The MCQ3 had been caught more unprepared than I'd imagined. I memmed a very brief description of what had happened. The reaction was immediate. There was a flurry of wings and half a dozen people zoomed past me, vectoring toward the alien
Generationals. Illamans. Capasins. Skrit Na. More! Faster! I was a uninet bug, eating data, spreading, consuming, absorbing. Still I was no more than one percent of Father, but already I was a hundred times myself. Daankins, 333's, the Wurb, the Breets, the Multitude, the Chan Wath. Race after race. I emptied each dead mind into mine, each set of data, no time to look, to see, to open and enjoy, oh no, no time, the race was on, a race to consume, to download and absorb. How long till you see it,
"That's really an honor." "Is it? Yes, I guess it is." I shut up after that. It was wrong to be bitter, but I was. Bitter at myself. I'd steadfastly refused any intellectual specialization. I'd told myself I didn't want to limit my mind by picking one particular discipline. Laziness, that's what it was. I was lazy. I was a daydreamer. I was a juvie at an age when I could easily be taken seriously as an adult. The only thing I cared about was the game, and I wasn't even good at that. I resolved
back. Crayak entered a system of nine planets orbiting a medium yellow star. Two of the worlds, a red planet and a blue, were populated. The red planet was already doomed, its atmosphere was oozing away, and Crayak could do no real harm there. But the blue planet teemed with life. The dominant species type were huge, brutish beasts in a fantastic array of forms. Giant, slow-moving plant eaters and violent, rapacious killers with tearing teeth and deadly talons. There was intelligence there, but