Lucas Nickle:
It's funny. The sky looks exactly the same. Everything else is so different but it's the same sky, the same stars.
[he yawns]
Zoc:
Why must you keep doing that? Are you ill?
Lucas Nickle:
What? Oh, you mean yawning. I'm just tired.
Zoc:
Please stop. It's disgusting.
Lucas Nickle:
Ants don't yawn?
Zoc:
Uh, definitely not, thank you.
Lucas Nickle:
[Yawns]
Zoc:
[Disgusted sighs]
So this city of yours, it's like a nest?
Lucas Nickle:
Well, yeah. Kind of.
Zoc:
And the humans that live there are all brothers working together for the greatness of their colony?
Lucas Nickle:
Well, not exactly. It's a little more like, you know, every man for himself.
Zoc:
But that's so primitive. How does anything get done?
Lucas Nickle:
Some people work together.
Zoc:
Some. Why not all?
Lucas Nickle:
I suppose it's because of their differences.
Zoc:
But it's the differences that make a colony strong. Foragers, scouts, drones, nurses, regurgitators all are different but an essential part of the whole. This is where we ants draw our strength.
Lucas Nickle:
My differences just get me beat up.
Zoc:
And why is that?
Lucas Nickle:
I don't know. Some humans prefer to clobber people they don't understand.
Zoc:
Like you prefer to clobber ants.
Lucas Nickle:
I guess I didn't think about what I was doing. Seems to happen a lot.
[he yawns]
Zoc:
Zoc: I suppose sometimes I, too, can act without thinking. Heh. Perhaps in this way, we are alike.
[he yawns widely as he drifted off to sleep]
Zoc:
Good night, Lucas.
Lucas Nickle:
Good night, Zoc.
Riportata da il
05/03/2025 alle ore 07:42