Chrysalis

I really hate this.

And when I say that, don’t think that I’m speaking lightly or any such thing. This isn’t one of those times when someone says they hate it when they put their socks on inside out, or they hate it when their food is a little cold.

I mean I hate this.

Currently, I sit, a sullen lump of sparkling carapace, in the centre of a vast formation of ants. There are scouts roaming and looking for threats. There are healers monitoring my condition. There are squads of soldiers and generals patrolling around the clock. There are teams of mages tunnelling beneath me and fortifying the stone.

Even the humans are in on it! I can see Beyn from where I sit, leading the gathered faithful in some sort of ceremony whilst his followers weep and point at me. Some even fall to their knees, raising their hands to the sky as if overcome with emotion.

I’m just evolving! This is what monsters are supposed to do, right?! It happens all the damn time… nothing special is going on over here.

[Do I really have to sit here and wait?] I complain for the hundredth time.

[Yes, Master,] Crinis says happily. [You aren’t allowed to move until the fortress is complete.]

I give her the evil eye, which she brushes off easily. The little murder-ball has been way too pleased by this turn of events. Having me under this absurd lock-down protocol seems to have finally relieved her of a deep-seated source of stress.

Namely, me.

She’s busy humming to herself and weaving her tentacles into fantastic shapes in order to practise her control, pleased as punch that, for once, I can’t get myself into trouble.

[What about you, Tiny?] I cast about for an ally. [You must be bored out of your brain, right? Want to break out and leave?]

My first ally on Pangera opens one eye lazily. Then he yawns.

[Sleepy,] he says, before he closes his eyes and rolls over.

[Traitor,] I grumble.

Invidia is my only hope now. The green eye blazes as he stares down at me from his position on top of Tiny.

[Give your levelssss to meeeee,] he hisses.

getting any sympathy

for the pressing need to maintain my dignity, I’d roll onto my back and

out of here! Let me

cores.” Protectant appears and dumps another pile on the ground in front of

imposed bodyguards has never looked so smug as she does in that moment. It’s enough

you really have to inspect the cores before you bring them to me?” I whine. “What the heck are

brought within the Carapace Curtain. Everything is obsessively checked, even the Biomass. It’s insane, and what makes me even

this time, we can’t be too careful,” Protectant smugly says, her smug face smugging up the

don’t you?” I collapse,

readily admits. “I wanted to have you under this sort of protection

only tolerate this for a short time, and only because they believe

the record, I believe no such thing,” I declare wearily. “This is me humouring you to

can’t really do anything else now, can I? I know the Will of the Colony as it flows into me as clearly as I know my own thoughts. They are determined, obsessed even, with ensuring that I evolve perfectly and safely. It’s such an overwhelming outpouring of support and love that I can’t exactly spit in their

notified and are on their way down. We are doing everything we can to secure the most powerful

I just sit here, smush cores together

“Yes.”

“... Fine.”

but having all of this focus, attention and effort being put on me makes me feel like I’m covered in

to have a sticky-beak, but I know that’s a bad idea. All the advice I’ve ever had suggests that it's far better to wait until everything is

flushing out the last of the termites?” I ask, desperate to keep the conversation going while I have someone here

in the depths,” Coolant replies, an

“Something wrong?”

ponders for a moment before

ka’armodo were fully cognizant of what their creations were doing,” she replies. “They tunnelled so deep, and expanded their gardens so far, that we believe they may have begun to brush against the edges of the fifth

boggle at her

“What?! That’s insane!”

the nest is vast. Despite the numbers we have available, it will take weeks to thoroughly

That… isn’t good.

the process! Despite crushing this colony, we may have

groan. I flick my antennae at the thousands of ants currently posted to guard me. “Don’t you think they have more important things to

says, unruffled. “Your successful evolution is the most important priority for the Colony. It will be months before rogue termite

Dammit. Well, I tried.