All I remember from my early days of being sentient are the jungles I call home ... A exploration vessel crashed and the settlers tried to destroy me due to fearing the unknown fauna and wildlife ... I then resorted to killing every last man women and child ... I then read every piece of knowledge the ship contained which is why I have mastered language ... I soon realized my advanced form could take on traits of other plants and employ there defenses. I also found out I was adept and chemistry and used my inmate knowledge to start engineering plants to be sentient killing machines like myself ... I'm honestly not sure how I came to be ... The jungles were home to plants that even I had trouble controlling ... Like flytraps that were about 3 story's tall ... Or thorn brambles that stretched for miles to ensnare prey ... Or flowers that could poison and corrode miles of jungle ... *looks at the spores around us ... Similar to this one*