Your name is Insar'Sholo and you are an Aristocrat. You are a Child of Two Stars. You stand before the Wisdom Tree.

“Wow! Such pretty fruits today, my lovely tree!”

You pick among the selection, the roots of the tree pneumatically lowering to your hands. You take a big bright red and a nice cool blue; colors representing the chemical and elemental gatherings within. The trees roots pierce deep, filtering the soils and air, collecting and concentrating. These are not the kind of fruits you eat, and yet, they are farmed as the heart and soul of the empire.

“Lovely, lovely Wisdom Tree!”

Turning around, the great broad-leaf plants dotting the world's soils lower, creating a safe and sanitary path for your smooth and unshod feet, the plant willingly dirtying its underside to avoid its master's foot touching the forest's unkept floor. The drones have planted a path from your garden to the nearby Wisdom Tree. On this planet, it is a tree. On another, it may be a great mushroom, or another, a mighty kelp bloom. They are still the beating heart of your society; without it, no Aristocrat can live.

“Lovely, lovely plants! Lovely, lovely day! Lovely- ACK!”