Day 1,473

There's something rippling its way across the pylons, a whispering between the lines that almost sounds like words caught by the wind. It pauses at the first junction it comes to since it crashed... the choice to split itself into Many or remain One and see where the lines would take it.

The choice was made to become Just Two and take opposing directions, to cover more ground than it could have if it still had that body. It's a shame they're so prone to combustion upon entering the atmosphere of carbon-based worlds. A damned shame indeed.

The East found a small town, a little farming community whose homes provided it with much information and many more places to split into. It even came with more bodies to jump into, though the first dozen were too small and too young to handle the overtaking and crumpled to ash. It lost many parts of itself before it left the place known as "Daycare".

The West found a powerstation, using the great surge in power to call the rest of its parts together so that they could properly split into the correct amount needed to jump down every line that sprung from this hub that would become its base. The bodies that conveniently lingered about the grounds functioned far better than the ones found in the East, adjusting the output to maximise its speed and strength.