Waking up living is like waking up dead. As the workers climb the precipice, the queen ant`s still asleep in bed. She`s hording all their rations, with slaves set to assist, and the mass of this lost colony will never see a day of living rest. The emperor now is rising and she still wears not a trace of clothes. The world around her crumbles, but her gluttony is all she knows....The herds will thin, the walls will crack, their backs will break...its all for "progress?
