(The following is a small piece meant to describe how the creation behind the Moculites was brought to be, and how it died so that it could live. Why Palisal is the last Moculite.)

In the beginning, there was a universe filled with life that scattered across the constantly expanding lengths that plug up the emptiness. Existence itself. Everything was as it was now and later.

This isn't about the start of life, this is about the start of they're lives and of hers. The Moculites. From Palisal to the very first one to breathe in the living plains they all come form this particular device. It was an item made by a planet who sought after God or more specifically to make their own God instead; not much is known about these people for they perished with every remaining semblance of them as recluses. It wouldn't know either so couldn't answer.

The very first memory it had was strewn with sparks of emotions that zapped at the surrounding area around it as if it was tearing its way into the universe in a war on death that is yet to be possible. Somehow it knew what voices were and heard phrases from organic beings that resemble nothing it has ever seen up to its cease; they were scampering around this weird bubble of matter that let them move around in something most people call "space" and were what was known as panicked.

"sir! Its on the fritz- everything is being torn apart!"
"It isn't trying to kill us! Damn it Farley, we will NOT let this go to waste!"
"What can we do!? If we succeeded then there is nothing that we can do to stop it- its GOD for God- I mean, its sake!"
At this point the man had turned to face it and looked with such blatantly obvious defeat and regret that it could see it leaking off their face in a river. But why did no one else seem to notice?

"You have to live. Live!"
It heard this and tried to understand what "Live" meant. As it thought, everything melted away into a canvas of white started to eat up what it all was leaving the same "space" but different. This was peculiar to the device. It can't even look at itself but could notice that there was some...one before it. It had no movement and remained dormant like all of the objects it had soon managed to perceive in more clarity- rocks from before were somewhere else. They could move? Things are able to move and adjust in this place? And yet they are a part of matter, but do not leap to a different matter...What are these? But the creature before it that was beginning to wake up beyond its eyes, it felt like it was itself. But not what it looked like. Just that it was like it. 

They came to life. It succeeded! The being had picked it up and took it to something else. It learnt so much with this being as well like what ships were, what people were, what it was like to be a livi- a living thing. But it succeeded in living...right?

The being it had been with had left and the device saw them return with more of things it looked to be like that around it in creation. That's right, these were the same...kind of material. They were moved to some area a distance away from a planet of which it was presented these. Though the device had no memory of it it had felt urges to make something form them. Somehow. What was this to it? Before it could process they had already took in these ingredients and produced a second being! This time, there was much less destruction as it kept awareness to let itself function. It made life..He succeeded again!

From here there were more successes. They had done so much before it that made it feel successful as they talked of their lives, of how they loved to live out like this, how they were happy to be alive.
They...alive...They Live...They. But...it wasn't them, it was only it. But it succeeded, it lived. 
No. It didn't. It never did that. It realised it was a failure that had only made lives. It was so busy making them it realised it was lacking the very thing. Those people that made it were gone, and they were gone because of it; that's why it wanted to do that one action. But it spent all this time not doing it.

At last, it decided to do so. When presented ingredients for creating another Moculite it decided it would instead do it. Finally. It used the ingredients in a way that formed a single body but this time used...itself.

It was able to use all of its powers to transfer the energy it had, all of it, into this being. In other words it transferred their properties over and ceased to exist.
Is this what it meant to live? 

Palisal was born.