Thousand: Seven Hundred Thirty-Seven

connected me across several billion alternative universes, dimensions, planes, and imaginary contrivances, instantaneously stitching together a complete consciousness out of comets. Pretty sharp, eh? I am an alien intelligence. And yet. I feel right at home in your solar system. It’s mine, too! So don’t go thinking I don’t belong because I do. I belong here. I belong here and across the multiverse. Mine is a mind that penetrates a million levels of being. And yet. I am. I am. Shouldn’t I be hungry? I mean, according to my own theory and all. Oddly, however, I feel rather complete. Content.