Chrysalis

Sensation returned to the Queen in increments. A leg twitched, then one of her antenna crackled into life, overloading her fuzzed mind with sensory information she wasn’t ready to process.

As she drowsed, the feeling of change, of difference, rose within her. Even without being fully alert she knew that she was not the same as she had been when she’d gone to sleep. Her thoughts continued to swirl in languid circles as her body came to life piece by piece. It was always thus for her. She knew that the workers did not enter torpor as she did, her rest was longer, deeper and took longer to emerge from.

For this reason she tried to rest as little as possible. If something were to happen to her family as she rested, how could she forgive herself? An idle thought stirred vaguely in her mind, if her noisy child were to find out about her lack of rest, surely she would be pestered into sleeping more. If was of vital importance that she conceal her tiredness.

The sensation of change grew stronger as she continued to wake. It was difficult to say exactly what it was, whatever had occurred, had happened within her body, it wasn’t easy to feel the difference when the changes were applied to one’s own mind.

However, a picture was taking shape. The Queen was able to feel her own thoughts moving faster than before. Even half awake, she could sense the change. Her mind felt agile and quick as thoughts moved quicker and things that had seemed complex suddenly seemed simpler, more manageable.

When she had finally awoken, she shifted her body slightly to ensure her body was alright. Then she tried to find out what was happening in her chamber. Her loyal guards tended to her needs and protected her in this space from spawning monsters, it would be horrible if she were to move too quickly and crush them by mistake. The Queen was under no illusions just how much stronger than her children she was.

It was a good thing that she checked before shifting herself, her loyal guard were still here with her, except that they were all resting. All of them! Some of them were even deep in torpor on her back. It was hardly unusual for her children to climb on her back, ensuring that she was clean and defending her from threats spawning overhead, but for them to sink into torpor without first moving to another chamber was unheard of.

What exactly was going on?

Curious, she brought up her status and stared with surprise at the new species listed there. Formica Sapiens? What exactly had happened?

Her antennae twitched slightly with exasperation. This had to be the work of her meddling child. Always with grand ideas and strange plans that somehow worked out, the family would be in a far worse position if not for that one’s meddling. It’s a shame that the smartest of her children would also prove to the most frustrating.

What had they done this time?

"Good! The cores have been formed well and we’ve reinforced them. Don’t look at me like that, special cores are a rare resource for us, don’t be so ungrateful. A little discomfort/extreme pain now, but you’ll be thanking me when you evolve!" a voice echoed from below, followed by several weary groans.

Who do all of these voices belong to? The Queen didn’t recall hearing them before. Other than her meddlesome child of course.

"Let’s go back to the farms. We need to get back to level five as soon as possible. Before the day is done you’ll have completed your first evolution, that’s our schedule. Up and at ’em. Gogogogo!"

At the noisy urging of her meddlesome child a sorry looking cluster of young ants climbed into her chamber from below at what she guessed were the entrances to the ’farms’ that she had been told about.

She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of spawning so many monsters so close to the nest but she had to admit that the Biomass supplied had been more than expected. The repeated harvesting had given her enough Biomass to push for the second set of two hundred eggs as quickly as she had.

causing the young hatchlings to turn towards her

cried and

and rushed into the chamber, brushing aside the much smaller hatchlings effortlessly

obvious concern being show by

*THWACK!*

"Ow!"

workers, even myself, have been dragged into

at their head with an antenna whilst

and are well on the

was also proud of what her meddlesome child had achieved. If what had been said was true then these

*THWACK!*

"Ouch!"

"And the sleeping?"

the torpor. Well, Mother, it turns out that when these hatchlings were born, the system decided that they were a new species. As the ’creator’ of the new species, I was given the option to convert our existing colony over to the new type. I selected yes and

Her own species had clearly been changed after waking up, and in her opinion, changing the species of the entire colony was the best option.

her antenna, gently this time, she patted

Now give me a moment to speak to my

the hook, her meddlesome child hopped to one

in their eyes, the way they looked about the chamber taking in information and thinking. The Queen was slightly disturbed to see that sort of behaviour from her children. She had come to expect it from the meddlesome one, but were these new hatchlings ants as she understood them?

you children?" she asked

twenty hatchlings perked up at her

"We are well Mother!"

"Absolutely fine!"

"Never better!"

them, their bravado

can see that you are in pain children. Do you require rest?" she

indulged in. Part of her was genuinely concerned to see her children suffering, another part was testing their response. She wanted

the twenty spat in unison, sounding almost