〔Colony Council〕
Brainpower requirent: 60
Requires: Rank-Based Hierarchy
Allows creating up to 5 council positions. When a position is filled, the colony will get bonuses or penalties based on the council mber's skills. If a council position exists, but isn't filled, the colony will suffer penalties.
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But it was one thing to declare a Colony Council, and another to implent it.
All bees present had at least an idea of the rank-based hierarchy. But this was about taking things a step further.
"You all are really smart girls—so I want you to make more decisions by yourself. I want you to take responsibility! To only report to when you are truly lost. For example…"
I pointed at Chief Foreman B339.
"We've lost a lot of Foren Bees in the fight against the hornets, so the colony needs to train new ones. But I have more important things to do than count myself how many bees need to be trained, picking new recruits and assigning them to trainers and leaders. No, I want to just tell you 'we need this many Foren Bees', and you say, 'Sir, yes, sir!' and fix is aaaaaall up! Or better yet, I don't even tell you. You just know how many Foren Bees we need, because I explained it to you once, and it hasn't changed since then."
B339 nodded rapidly.
"Sir, yes, sir! I will fix it all up, Father—that's no problem at all." She boastfully raised her hamr. "I will train those weak larvae faster than you get out of your sleeping cell in the morning!"
Ambrosia shook her head.
"Chief Foreman, don't be so overconfident. This is much more than just about shouting at Forager Bees." She clicked her tongue. "You've all been taking so of Nectus' worst personality traits together with his titles."
I put my hands on my hips.
"Amby, on one hand, you are right… On the other, since *when* did I have this in my personality? When?!" I huffed. "If anything, I'm under-confident! All the ti!"
Ambrosia just shook her head. Her expression said everything, and that everything was, "I will not argue, because I'm right, as always. And you know it."
But then she reached out to pat my shoulder, and as if it was a magic ointnt, my pride was instantly soothed.
"Anyway…" I turned to other Advisers. "I'm going to teach you your responsibilities. Please, learn fast."
Their responsibilities were:
Military Adviser managed Warrior and Commando (rest in peace their souls) Bees.
Science Adviser managed a separate division of bees, whose sole responsibility was to research new technologies, make prototypes of them, and teach the technologies to others. (These bees needed a new title, but that would co later.)
Industry Adviser managed Craftsn Bees, Material Foragers, and Builder Bees.
Economics Adviser managed Foren Bees and Forager Bees.
And Culture Adviser Ambrosia managed Cleaning Bees, Nurse Bees, and her own Attendants.
Sotis the responsibility was difficult to assign, but I did my best to split them in the easiest to manage way. For example, putting Foren and Forager Bees onto one Adviser ant she won't have to go to another Adviser to coordinate every sneeze.
But the Colony Council took a while to implent.
In total, I've spent two weeks first teaching the Advisers their responsibilities. But this wasn't everything I've been busy with.
Despite wishing to put this responsibility on Military Adviser, I organized training of Foren, Warrior and Commando Bees to their numbers before hornets attacked. We needed them (well, except for Commandos, but they were a precaution) *now*, not *later*.
I also created a new title: Researcher Bee.
〔Researcher Bee〕: 10% to base intelligence. Requirents: understanding of at least 10 technologies of the current technological era.
These bees were smarter than I was by 10 intelligence points. They made feel inadequate…
For the colony, 110 of them were trained by Craftsn bees. Since Craftsn Bees themselves were also busy with replacing broken hamrs, in two weeks, Researcher Bees had just barely finished their training.
Forager Bees continued to gather food at amazing rates. While doing so, they spotted several dead hornets around our territory—they must've died from exposure to elents, exhaustion, or hunger.
I've also sent a small scouting party to the old hornets' nest. As the scouts told , there was nothing but smoke, ashes, and dead hornets. Smoke must've caused the most deaths—the fire didn't spread far out of the hornets' cave. It was a pretty safe fire, almost like a fire pit!
And on the side of all that, I began preparing a curriculum for the future education of my bees. Literacy for all was a dream in my mind.
Finally…
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