Time.... Time is meaningless in the realms of intergalactic civilisations. Each of our species developed.... slowly. We send messages to each other at a pace of galactic turns. We have never hurried, for we are immortal. Silicon life grows and forms, and lives until it's worlds crumble. The beings that live beyond the veil, in the hearts of collapsed, dark stars, have no concept of the passage of time.
When we sent a tendril to that spiral galaxy, to explore those stars, we had no concept of greater carbon based life. We had seen the tiny structures of atoms could gather and move, and devour one another. But only at the most microscopic of level.
In that place, we found beings. With hardened frames of calcium, they support bags of organs that allow them to devour other forms of life, down to those that absorb light from their star as their form of fuel.
We did not expect their creativity. We did not expect their ... proliferation. We could not comprehend their expansion.
They tore into the tendril, ripped it apart for resorces and understanding, and in doing so found ways to reach towards the stars. They grew. They expanded. They left their tiny star system and spread to the whole of their galaxy.
I send this as a warning to those I consider friends. And rivals, and others. By the time this message reaches you, in another turn of a galaxy, the humans will have expanded again. They are coming for us.
We do not have time to flee.
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