[u][b]Pod Heliomind, Surveyor of Stellar Volumes[/b][/u]

The Lucid Patron of Silver Dreams, LPSD, looked upon the stellar map before her.  Her vines twirled in nervousness as she understood the cosmology of the universe the sanctum has been banished to.  So much in the past three sanctum ordained days has occurred since the end of the old universe!  The buzzes in her collective mind echo again and again, blithering on and on in sheer paranoia about what will the next verdant one have everyone do after the last one was banished for failing the old universe.  LPSD found it the most disturbing thing looking at the new universe, more disturbing than the presence of a nearby civilization or the presence of energies that emit only death to all that go near- there is a edge to this new universe.  The sparse scattering of stars and the small apparent size of the universe only confirms what her fellow pod members have been claiming for the past two days now- that this new universe is a prison cage.  What else may dwell in this prison cage likely have been banished here for their wrong doings in the past universe as well!  How will the next verdant one handle all this?  Will the planting continue?  Hopefully.  And it than doesn’t?  Death.  Death.  Death! Death!  Life? 

The intensive buzzing going on within LPSD mercifully begun to die down when a fellow pod member entered the circular chamber with her.  A much more vibrant green than LPSD her fellow liliate is- Dark Mint, Elder for Good Minds sensed the intense paranoia from LPSD and crawled her way into the room where astronomical data of the nearby universe is on full display. 
  
“Nothing to worry of.  New ways new blessings!”  Dark Mint’s consciousness openly projected to her overt co-podmate.  Lucid looked at Dark Mint, baffled completely at the sheer optimism.  How could Dark Mint even see this as remotely good?  The sky is dimmer than ever before, there may well be far less places for life to spread, killer civilizations for of murderers and psychopathic death machines may well exist nearby and here Dark Mint in her benign naiveté assuming that simply more blessings will solve all issues in the universe! 

“Idiot.  Try harder.” Lucid’s consciousness shouted at Dark Mint. 

“Less stars means sooner green universe.  Your consciousness has its rude flare again!  Police mind better or more of your mind will be removed.  Only warning.” Dark Mint buzzed vigorously, but without much avail to changing any minds.  Dark Mint’s minds had little debate on what to do, noting the poor behavior of Lucid as she looked at the data.  Dark Mint than senses Lucid again and collectively tells her “You need consider new Verdant One will come to being soon.  Worry of the future pointless- actions happen, nature occur, the endless task continues.  Keep carrying forward.  More knowledge better for Sanctum, better for life, better for all!”
 
Lucid after her brief outburst just gives Dark Mint the collected data she has twirled in one of her vines, holding out the small, seed-like drive until Dark mint’s own vines wrap around the drive.  Dark mint than simply crawls out of the room, leaving Lucid to her own devices.  There is a much greater issue at hand- the ordination of the new verdant One is near.


[u][b]Pod Outlook, for New Pastures[/b][/u]

The prospectors seek a new set of candidates.  Many to choose from, every ounce of time crucial!

The cubical probes sent from the cardoid shaped prospecting ship touch down upon world after world, so many fantastic, strange- but all useless to the Sanctum.  A world with sprawling caves of quartz, who would ever need that?  A world that is really just a extremely, extremely large rock that doesn't even have quartz caves?  What pitiful excuse of a world that is!  A world that is endless ocean- bah it's ammonia.  No good, no good.  The survey must go on, from star to star the survey must search.  The Insightful Elder of New Prospects keeps looking out for a new world to bless, a task that like in the past realm of existence remains a thankless task.  All these useless worlds, why do they have to exist?  The Insightful Elder kept seeing only infertile, hostile worlds.  What to do with these worlds, she wonders in circles.  Wondering again and again.

Two patrons operating the nerve filled drones fiddled about as The Insightful looked at and felt each world's pictures.  So many of them feel of death with little warmth, others felt toxic to the touch, still more fuming with lava and runaway greenhouses, made worse by how perfect they could've been.  A somewhat vibrantly colored patron asks the white flowered elder, "What of the Verdant One?  Will we go to home?  Is our task done?"

The Elder's five large petals flared up, with only one voice replying "We do not stop prospecting."

"What if they pick you?  You are good elder!" The patron replies, bizzling in confusion.

The Elder's queens intensively buzzed, but the elder still, using one voice states "Even for the Verdancy."

The lesser patron stops in its tracks and goes back to inspecting the probes, in silence.