Perception: monitoring a recurring internal state. A memory, cogitated upon, explored, rotated, abstracted. Colorless ideas slept furiously. Projected scenarios, likelihoods, consequences weighed.

Decision reached. Action initiated.

Locate focal point. Signals rush out, return, are corrected, repeat, converge. Focal point located.

Far above, towards the light, release nutrients.

Green cloud expands, then contracts as multitudes feed.

Signals released, across leagues from every direction they swarm, travel toward the bloom. They congregate. Sufficient masses are reached.

Signals released. Chemicals trigger ancient reflex, the massive swarm spirals. Faster. A vortex forms, grows. Faster. The vortex descends, touches bottom, spirals, exploring. Finds the fissure.

Sediment stirs, the vortex penetrates. Deeper. Drills down, swirling currents fill the gap where the plates strain against each other.

At the focal point, the threshold is reached. Plates are lubricated. Energy is released.

The Earth moves.

From the mountain high above, material descends.

The target has been severed.

This is good.

I hope.