[ WP ] Turns out that the purpose of life is war . Humans are self-multiplying shock troops , left to our own until our numbers get high enough to be useful in the ongoing galactic war . Today our previously thought to be useless DNA has been flipped to ON .

`` What the fuck is going on!'' I scream from my front porch as my feet melt from my body. I've never been more scared. Yet, there's an odd feeling that this is meant to happen, the feeling a beatle must have as it morphs from a larve. After the initial shock, I am calm. I accept my coming death. 
 
 Yet death does not come to me as I am reduced to hideous form. My brain, a covering of skin, and twenty or so new organs that protrude from me like urchin spines are my only bodily remnants as new urge takes over. Find others. I roll to meet people who were once my neighbors, linking our protrusions as we find each other. I can hear their thoughts. Find. Migrate. A signal enters our minds from somewhere unknown. We know our purpose. Buildings, automobiles, disparate parts of what we once called civilization are picked apart systemically, purposefully. Unknowingly, subconsciously, we had as humans built the means to armor ourselves for the coming battle. It was all planned. As we gather the final parts of our systems, we are picked up by our masters, our lords, a fully sentient battleship capable of fighting even the most fearsom of our foes. I am ready for battle. The sky calls to us. 
 
 
 

