Formicea A Queen’s Whims

Life is tedious.

No one knows this better than I do.

An eternity of over and over repeating patterns taught so.

Creation, fulfillnt, fate.

Those three principles rule our existence.

To be created, thrown into this unforgiving world through the actions of another being.

Finding fulfillnt in pursuit of that what you find to be your purpose, which will determine all your present actions.

And fate, the ultimate end when all our doing eventually cos to a final close.

And ironically I unite all of them in .

I create new life in every passing mont with each new egg.

I am their fulfillnt, their purpose, the one thing that guides their actions.

And I'll be their fate when they eventually will find their end in my service.

This is how it is in the swarm.

This is how it always will be.

However, I'm aware that it's not common to be like this.

In the old tis, when I as well was a youngling everything was simpler.

Yet to it appeared all the more fulfilling.

Only the creation was intended to lie with the old.

Fulfillnt and fate were up to the younger generation, once they hatched, to find their own way.

But life is harsh.

We had to claw ourselves against so many competitors.

And many ended too soon in this struggle for survival.

So we chose to change.

To guide our offspring, unite them, and let them act as one for a purpose that is worth it.

Our continued existence as one.

One could say this purpose beca twisted, countless drones only acting for the sake of a selected few who bring life.

This might be true, as they cannot create life on their own anymore.

On the other side, it's undeniable that it's fulfilling.

That they do what benefits us all is the reason they can find their fate and be proud of the role they had till that point, assuring the continuance of the new offspring.

This is the truth of the swarm.

However, to , that ans that I spent an eternity observing the coming and passing of countless lives.

And in all my responsibility, every so often I co to question whether I should change my ways.

If continuance is good or will eventually lead to demise.

Because if we don't change as we did in the past, one change might co to us and find us unprepared.

This is my viewpoint as the being which shares its history with the whole that is my swarm.

This is my viewpoint as queen.

At the mont the world is calm.

The truce with the Vel-Rosha and the nula swarm already lasted for almost seven-hundred cycles.

In this ti my kin was able to secure its base, cull the creatures which rose in numbers due to the decline the swarm wars brought over us, and spread along the section of the system the agreent allows us to inhabit.

And I made sure it was a vast one, as I had the position of power back then.

We even began to expand our territory.

Digging tunnels leading further than the greatest expanse our species ever controlled.

We are thriving, as we should.

And nothing may hinder us to do so.

Suddenly a drone enters my chamber.

A ssenger which emits signals of stressed urgency.

Sothing clearly happened.

(Uma)

(ssenger)

It's obvious that this drone barely knows how to convey whatever it is that made it so distressed.

(U)

I let my pheromones carry a sense of calmness.

It shows effect.

As soon the ssenger receives them my conveyed thoughts make it lose its agitation to a degree.

(ssenger)

(U)

(ssenger)

What?

An ending world?

How can such a thing be?

But this ssenger conveys exactly this, so there is no doubt.

Still, I want to clarify.

(U)

(ssenger)

(U)

Such a thing.

It's different from anything that ever happened.

An ending world.

As much such an extraordinary occurrence might throw my consolidated swarm into disarray, I can't help but feel elated at the prospects it might hold.

All the possibilities it will bring.

All the change.

And change ans progress.

(U)

(ssenger)

Fascinating.

I cannot fathom such a place.

And don't know of any common tactics to apply to such an environnt.

No tunnels, no ceiling, just open space.

How exciting!

(ssenger)

A similar creature?

Not aggressive?

Maybe a caste of non-combatants?

If they truly are intelligent then maybe I can receive information from this being.

The things it might be able to tell about the surface.

I'm intrigued.

(U)

If it's not of a fighting role then there should be no issue.

Also, there might even be the chance to find a use for it on my side.

Like back then when I captured the princesses.

I only need to be convincing.

(ssenger)

(U)

(ssenger)