“Why did wez go outz at nitez? We can’t seez themz wellz only by the smellz do we findz themz.â€? The drone said as his new symbiotic body spasmodically jerked about surveying the surroundings.

“The one they called Wilhem did not succumb to us. His consciousness is not one with the hive mind. She is already distressed. We cannot trouble her furtherâ€? replied drone leader 44.

“More the reason to huntz them during the bright timez. We needz the hatchling. Mother will bez joyful, yes?â€?

‘Hatchlings are more supportive of our symbiotic larvae’ thought the leader.

“Let us rest. When the sun is over our heads we hunt them. Burrrgarz!!â€? the leader bellowed.

“Burrrrgarz!! Burrrgarz!! Burrgarz!!â€? screamed one hundred drones.

He moved to the center of the hive. We will get them splendorous one. You but have to ask your servants and we will comply.

Yes we will leader 44. I would like to eat she replied through the hive mind synapses. From a cold vault he removed a bulbous writhing mass of flesh.