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.

any sympathy

to maintain my dignity, I’d roll onto my back

Let me go! Let

the next batch of cores.” Protectant appears and dumps another pile on

so smug as she

you bring them to me?” I whine. “What the heck are cores going

Curtain. Everything is obsessively checked, even the Biomass. It’s insane, and what makes me even more exasperated is that I appear to be the only one who realises

careful,” Protectant smugly says, her

don’t you?” I collapse, filled with

have

Coolant says as she approaches. “The Eldest will only tolerate this for a short time, and only because they believe we are at least partially correct to act as

thing,” I declare wearily. “This

thoughts. They are determined, obsessed even, with ensuring that I evolve perfectly and safely. It’s such an overwhelming

me. “Arrangements are being made as quickly as possible. Granin and his team have been notified and are on their way down. We are doing everything we can to secure the most powerful cores we can find to

the meantime, I just sit here, smush cores

“Yes.”

“... Fine.”

and effort being put on me makes me feel like I’m covered

I know that’s a bad idea. All the advice I’ve ever had suggests that it's far better to wait until

going? Any luck flushing out the last of the termites?” I ask, desperate to keep the conversation going

still finding pockets of the enemy in the depths,” Coolant replies, an

“Something wrong?”

ponders for a moment before

creations were doing,” she replies. “They tunnelled so deep, and expanded their gardens so far, that we believe they may have begun to

boggle at her

“What?! That’s insane!”

vast. Despite the numbers we have available, it will take weeks to thoroughly explore it all. By that time, I

That… isn’t good.

to start the process! Despite crushing this

thousands of ants currently posted to guard me. “Don’t you think they have

It will be

Dammit. Well, I tried.