Chapter 437: Rose Adrian! I

The Hive Queen’s primary face…the one she used for most direct communication, scrunched in concentration that would have been adorable if not for the rows of teeth that briefly became visible.

“The fundamental restructuring of existing biological matrices, especially in beings who have already achieved stellar transformation… it’s not something I’ve attempted. My swarm members are shaped during their birth, not altered after they’ve developed independent consciousness.”

Then, like sunrise breaking across her features, excitement bloomed. “But that’s what makes it interesting! I have done a lot…designed weapons that exist in many spatial dimensions simultaneously, designed organisms that can survive inside collapsing stars, even fabricated beings that exist as miniature stellar bodies. But this would be unique!”

She stood suddenly, her form rippling with enthusiasm that manifested as waves of bio-electric energy crackling between her various segments. “Okay! Since you brought me to him, I will help you!”

Her multifaceted eyes all focused on Rose with sudden intensity. “But you will need to trust me to mess with the very making of your existence. I’ll be reaching into the fundamental code that defines what you are, potentially rewriting aspects of your being that have been fixed since your conception. Can you do that? Can you trust me that completely?”

Rose stood with a motion that spoke of absolute determination, her form radiating confidence that transformed the gentle luminescence of the Sea of Thalassara into something approaching stellar radiance.

The emerald flames that perpetually danced around her flared higher in affirmation, painting the drowning moon in shades of green fire that seemed to burn even underwater.

“Hive Queen,” Rose said, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had already died once, who had been transformed from dying woman to stellar being, who had accepted impossible changes before and emerged stronger for them. “Let’s get started!”

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“Haha!”

Kythara’s laughter rippled across multiple octaves, a sound that should have been disturbing but somehow conveyed pure delight. “Oh, this is going to be fascinating! We’re going to need materials—organic samples of what species you will be transformed into, a controlled environment where temporal fluctuations won’t interfere with the genetic reconstruction, and probably several of my specialized bio-architects to monitor the process.”

She began pacing…or rather, flowing in a circuit around Rose, her form constantly shifting as her mind raced through possibilities. “The biggest challenge will be maintaining your consciousness coherence while altering your fundamental structure. Too much change too quickly and you might lose aspects of who you are. Too slow and your body’s natural defenses might reject the modifications.”

“I trust your capabilities purely because you are crazy, so don’t worry.” Rose said simply.

Kythara stopped her circling, all of her eyes blinking in synchronization.

“Then we begin immediately. This…you called it the Sea of Thalassara, right? The Sea of Thalassara itself will serve as our laboratory.”

As if responding to their intent, the waters around them began to glow more brightly, the moon beneath their feet starting to pulse at the edges as the Sea claimed it with gentle inevitability. But neither woman moved, both understanding that this transformation, this possibility of overcoming a limitation that had seemed absolute, was worth facing whatever changes came.

“One more thing,” Kythara said, her tone becoming unusually serious. “This process… it won’t just change what you are. It might change what you can become. Are you prepared for that level of fundamental transformation?”

Rose’s smile held edges of determination that could cut through space. “I fell in love with the Last Adrastia Emperor King. I’ve already accepted that transformation is the only constant in our lives. Besides,” her eyes gleamed with something that might have been mischief, “imagine his face when he realizes the limitation he thought was absolute has been elegantly circumvented.”

Kythara’s laughter echoed across the expanding Sea as nodded, ready to move!

Kythara’s multifaceted eyes began to glow with purpose as she raised her arms… each one terminating in hands that could reshape matter at the molecular level. The bio-metallic segments of her form rearranged themselves into configurations that suggested both surgical precision and artistic inspiration.

“Now begins the true work,” she intoned, and the waters around them responded to her words like an orchestra acknowledging its conductor.

Space itself began to twist above the Sea’s surface. Not violently…Kythara’s control was too refined for such crude displays. Instead, reality folded with the delicate precision of origami being crafted by master hands.

Wormholes opened like flowers blooming in fast-forward, their edges stabilized by bio-energy that crackled with colors stolen from dying stars. Through these portals, shapes began to emerge.

The first to arrive were the Architects of Flesh…beings that defied easy categorization. They possessed bodies that seemed to exist in a constant state of transformation. Wings made of exposed nervous systems that sparked with synaptic fire, eyes that were actually colonies of smaller eyes arranged in fractal patterns, hands that could phase between solid and liquid to better manipulate genetic material.

Three of them took positions around Rose, their collective attention focused with an intensity that would have been disturbing if not for the professional care it represented.

Next came the Memory Weavers, creatures that looked like jellyfish crossed with supercomputers. They floated just above the water’s surface, their tendrils extending downward to touch the Sea itself, drawing upon its vast repository of biological information.

Kythara gestured, and the water beneath Rose began to rise as a bed taking shape. The Sea of Thalassara itself became furniture, forming a surface that was simultaneously liquid and solid, supportive yet yielding, warm with the heat of stellar cores yet cool with the peace of deep ocean trenches.

“Lie down,” Kythara commanded gently, her primary face showing an expression of concentration that transformed her usually mischievous features into something approaching focus. “This will require absolute precision.”

HUUM!

Rose reclined upon the water-bed without hesitation, her emerald flames dimming to a gentle glow that wouldn’t interfere with the delicate work about to begin.

Around her, the assembled members of Kythara’s hive began their preparatory work…the Architects extending filaments that mapped her cellular structure, the Memory Weavers processing the data and comparing it to billions of species templates…

“Now,” Kythara said, moving to stand directly beside Rose, her form towering yet somehow maternal in its positioning, “let me explain what I’m about to do, because understanding will help your consciousness maintain coherence through the transformation.”

She raised one of her primary hands, and Rose could see that the fingers had transformed into something between surgical instruments and artist’s brushes.

“The first species change will be that of…water itself,” Kythara explained, “The human body is already mostly made of water…approximately sixty percent in most baseline humans, though your stellar transformation has altered that ratio somewhat. This natural affinity will make this the easiest transition for your existence to accept. And from water, other species change will be even easire….”

Her hand began to glow with bio-energy that looked like captured aurora. “You shall become a water-based species after this change. Not merely someone who controls water, not simply someone with an affinity for aquatic environments, but a being whose fundamental existence is defined by water itself.”

…!

The Architects chittered in their incomprehensible language, confirming their preparations were complete. The Memory Weavers pulsed in synchronization, indicating they had isolated the necessary genetic templates!

“This is not merely an alteration of Lineage,” Kythara continued, her other hands now joining the first, each one glowing with different aspects of the transformation energy.

“I have seen some beings with oceanic tattoos you all have here…Thalassarians, they were called, but they still very much kept their human or bestial genetic code. The patterns on their skin were markers, identifiers, blessings perhaps, but not true transformation.”

She paused, all of her eyes focusing on Rose’s face with an intensity that conveyed both warning and promise. “For you, it will truly be a change of species. Every cell, every molecule, every quantum of your existence will be rewritten. You will become a being of water that maintains consciousness, will, and memory despite lacking traditional biological architecture.”

Rose nodded, her green eyes steady despite the magnitude of what was being described. “I understand. Do it.”

She burned…with glorious green determination!

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