General
Lifeform
Optimized for
Violence and
Efficient
Repair

   Harsh winds whip at my face. My beak sharpened, feathers preened, talons ready, I cut through the winds' feeble attempts to redirect my momentum. My flight is crisp, light as the air itself, But my heart is unusually heavy; Fore I realize today that I'm truly alone on this journey to the summit.
   In my early days as a hatchling, I was nested, fed, safe; yet every passing day I cried for freedom. To spread my wings with no regard for those in my way. 
   Once my wings matured, I strained, stretched and leapt. Free-falling, I beat against the threatening descent. I catch a fortunate current and ride it, summer's sol washing my down to a downy white. Two summers, I rode that seemingly infinite current, never landing even a single time, never looking back to the nest I once called home. 
   I'm no longer a hatchling, yet a hawk, shark of the skies, the great white in the great blue. Appearing in the distance, I se