We called them the Pretenders, fungus attempting to be a person and falling so very short. Society was very much of the opinion that they did not belong but disguised their disgust using phrases like "they should just be themselves" and "they could choose to be anything so why don't they make their own unique look" with 'leave ours alone' remaining in subtext and a million forums.
She called herself their mother. Word is that she was one of, if not the first to try and take human shape. They looked up to her like a goddess and I suppose, in a way, she was. Anything a 'regular' Pretender could do, she had already mastered. Any shape, any voice, any language - she seemed omnipotent for quite a while.
Our governments tolerated her existence as long as she didn't seem like a threat, though if you ask anyone she wasn't ever trying to be a threat. She wanted to break down the barriers we put between us and the Pretenders, to remove the term Pretender by giving us a little of her spores to bring us all together.
It was taken as a biological attack and she was murdered within a week of her announcement, but not before she had shared her gift with several dozen people. The elder Pretenders carried on her dying wish in secret, only ever gifting the willing and bringing us all closer to understanding what they wanted.
The only thing they ever wanted - unity.
Fungus without a colony is a mere spore and we're proud to be a part of the largest colony the world has ever known. We thrive in every continent, every country, every state and county and city and town. Our every exhale is a flurry of her blessed spores and our eyes are filled with thin tendrils of her true vision for the whole world and all its wonderful creatures.
The rest of the world will soon see as well, when we finish the rockets that will share her spores to all the sky.
Just as Mother wanted.
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