The Super-Organism is a primitive living being. Its insides are fleshy membranes and cartilage, with vessels forming paths all throughout it. The Super-Organism groans and trembles, its crimson pink walls threatening to cave any second. The inhabitants of the Super-Organism have never left it, and neither do they want to. Their damp, flesh home is all they know and they have by now grown used to the tangy smell and constant drip of fluids they have yet to identify. The Super-Organism gives them purpose and they live for it, as is programmed within their biology. As far as they’re aware, if they ever leave their delicate bodies will explode into nothingness.

The Super-Organism is inhabited by cells. Human-shaped yet merely tools, they are more akin to the microscopic cells that make up traditional human bodies. They are born from the walls of the Super-Organism, spit out prematurely. Grown cells pick up the ‘fetuses’ and raise them within special chambers, waiting for them to differentiate into their assigned role. Each cell is born biologically programmed to fit into a certain job to optimize their service to the Super-Organism.

These are the fields within which different jobs can be assigned. Each system within the Super-Organism is distinct from another, and they are usually kept separate by societal norms (with some exceptions). Only the jobs tasked with communicating to other systems get to do so, and even those interactions tend to be brief.

read about them and how they met:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1kIbp...

content warning for mild microbe gore.