"Next? Well—Wait, what do you an by *only ten injured*? I thought you had protective gear!"
I gestured at the plant gloves the Science Adviser was wearing. The researchers had already invented clothing, and it would've been implented already if the Craftsn Bees weren't making all that armor.
The Science Adviser began folding fingers.
"Four bees were injured by stone shards that flew at parts not covered by clothes. Three bees dropped rocks on their feet. Two bees had a fight over opinions, which their Sergeant didn't interrupt in ti. And one bee underestimated how sharp the stone knives were compared to bone knives. But we've treated all the injuries, and all the wounded bees are ready to work."
I hid my face in my palms and looked at Science Adviser B581 between the fingers.
"Shit. Even with protective gear… Is Researcher the second most dangerous profession in our colony after being a Forager?"
B581's eyes lit up.
"Do you want us to find out, Father? We can count everything as soon as we learn how to count."
I shook my head.
Stone knives were dangerous as fuck, even to people who were making them.
"You know what? Leaf clothing is good, but leather will protect you better, and last for longer. We can even make armor out of it. Research how to tan leather."
I explained to the bee what I knew about tanning. The first step was to clean the leather, and the second step sohow involved piss.
"But on the side, make those spear and axe prototypes," I added. "It shouldn't take you many people, and I want my Craftsn to make so later."
With spears, we could have a small caterpillar hunt. Hamrs won't damage these creatures as much.
"Yes, Father. I will leave a team for this task."
"And teach Craftsn how to make clothes. This is really important!"
***
A day later, my industrial complex finished equipping all the Commando Bees. They were currently my most well-equipped team.
This was unfair to Warrior Bees, so I ordered armor for them, too. 330 suits of armor were done by 3000 Craftsn Bees in less than a day.
They had entire honeycomb cells full of bones and plant matter for ropes.
Next, I told them to make clothes for everybody in the hive.
It was finally ti!
"Sure, Father. The Researcher Bees taught us how to make them," my Industry Adviser said. "I will tell the Material Foragers to get the leaves."
Soon after, from inside my cell, I saw a terrifying sight.
3330 Material Foragers flew out of the hive in a single swarm. Fascinated, I followed them from a distance.
I watched how they flew to the forest at the foot of our pillar mountain and began cutting leaves from the nearby trees. Massive fern trees, ordinary trees, even dick-shaped mushroom trees—if it had leaves, they took them.
It was as my bees had turned into locusts!
When they flew back toward the hive with their haul, they left behind a forest patch bare of leaves!
'Wow. I only started developing technology, and I'm already destroying local ecology!'
The thought made smile.
I hated local ecology, and it hated right back and wanted to eat .
'Fuck you, ecology.'
Two days later, you could see grass near the foot of our pillar mountain without flying to the ground—that's how clean Material Foragers picked the forest of leaves.
During that ti, Commando Bees found a couple more hives of the *wrong* ants. But they kept searching.
And now the entire hive was now wearing clothes! By my decree, every bee was wearing a simple leaf skirt and a leaf top, which was just a second skirt, but put over the shoulders to cover the chest.
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