<color=purple>"We told it that it seemed to us much like a child. In that it was searching for someone to explain what it's doing. We asked it what it found out about the races it met, the ones we were unable to meet. It saw that they were diverse in many ways. Life was hard to kill, it reckoned, as it hides in many unlikely places. It even relayed to us the information about its destinations beyond Earth that we had already been to. Races like the Schnaaa and the Qalm. We told it about them since we met them before it did. It found them fascinating, but it regretted that its purpose was to try and consume it. We then told it what we saw about life out there. We saw it was made of the same protons, neutrons, electrons, photons, and other particles in the universe. Even the Qalm, who were energy based beings, lived among the nebulas and were made of gas and photons. We told it that all of life is the journeywork of the stars. Everything that we have in common with the other life in the galaxy comes from the stars. We're all star-stuff whose destiny was to arise to consciousness and to give the universe a mind of its own. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself. It then looked to Una and conceded. With our power and its own, it shed itself of all the life it had consumed. The packets of all the life that was once a part of it were then contained in small glass-like beads that glowed with the warmth of the deceased life."
