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The Kitins were eusocial beings with a collective consciousness and organized into a particularly strict hierarchy. Each of them occupied a specific role in the colony, one that often required little reflexive ability. Conversely, some key positions required a high degree of improvisation. As a result, the Kitins who held these positions often developed a more individual consciousness. This was the case with the kizarak lords, who ran the kitin-nest under the direct orders of the queen, and, less formally, with some of their most requested generals. Non-royal Kitins who were thought to have an individual conscience were monitored, in case any thoughts of secession crossed their minds. The kinkoo was one of them, and had recently awakened from the hypnotic state in which most of his kind would remain their whole life long. He had begun to become aware of his own existence as his lord delegated more and more tasks to him. Eventually, he had understood the thoughts that had been ordering his existence until then, and that he had been following instinctively since his birth, were not dictated by a higher being, but secreted directly by his central nervous system. The bicameral mind had collapsed, freeing the soul from the kinkoo and creating a place for the "self" next to the "we". This awakening had been particularly unpleasant for him, making a previously rigidly channeled flow of thought extremely complex. However, and contrary to what one could have believed, this acquired freedom had still reinforced his obedience: the proximity of his lord saturated his olfactory receptors with pheromones, and awakened in him strange sensations, new feelings, which more than ever gave meaning to his existence. | The Kitins were eusocial beings with a collective consciousness and organized into a particularly strict hierarchy. Each of them occupied a specific role in the colony, one that often required little reflexive ability. Conversely, some key positions required a high degree of improvisation. As a result, the Kitins who held these positions often developed a more individual consciousness. This was the case with the kizarak lords, who ran the kitin-nest under the direct orders of the queen, and, less formally, with some of their most requested generals. Non-royal Kitins who were thought to have an individual conscience were monitored, in case any thoughts of secession crossed their minds. The kinkoo was one of them, and had recently awakened from the hypnotic state in which most of his kind would remain their whole life long. He had begun to become aware of his own existence as his lord delegated more and more tasks to him. Eventually, he had understood the thoughts that had been ordering his existence until then, and that he had been following instinctively since his birth, were not dictated by a higher being, but secreted directly by his central nervous system. The bicameral mind had collapsed, freeing the soul from the kinkoo and creating a place for the "self" next to the "we". This awakening had been particularly unpleasant for him, making a previously rigidly channeled flow of thought extremely complex. However, and contrary to what one could have believed, this acquired freedom had still reinforced his obedience: the proximity of his lord saturated his olfactory receptors with pheromones, and awakened in him strange sensations, new feelings, which more than ever gave meaning to his existence. | ||
| − | But it was not this proximity that was making this day a special one. The queen herself had ordered her kipekoos, royal kipestas that were more massive and colorful than their fellow kipestas, to warn all the authorities of the kitin-nest. The last time this had happened, a turf war had been declared, which had resulted in the destruction of a neighboring kitin-nest and the death of many members of the colony. So the kinkoo expected another major battle, and as he pushed back the workers who were blocking the road, he was already thinking about how to organize his troops. When the procession finally entered the royal nest, where all had been invited, as the first royal fragrances reached him, the kinkoo felt his shell stiffen. If there was anything that could stimulate him more than the smell of his lord, it was the smell of his mother. Surrounded by a security cordon of kidinaks, the Kitin sovereign, whose yellow and scarlet cranial excrescences were reminiscent of a crown, sat proudly on a huge vegetal carpet, which served as both her throne and her bed, and from which she never rose. However, the place was perfectly clean. A horde of workers was constantly working to maintain the queen's mattress, to clean her gigantic | + | But it was not this proximity that was making this day a special one. The queen herself had ordered her kipekoos, royal kipestas that were more massive and colorful than their fellow kipestas, to warn all the authorities of the kitin-nest. The last time this had happened, a turf war had been declared, which had resulted in the destruction of a neighboring kitin-nest and the death of many members of the colony. So the kinkoo expected another major battle, and as he pushed back the workers who were blocking the road, he was already thinking about how to organize his troops. When the procession finally entered the royal nest, where all had been invited, as the first royal fragrances reached him, the kinkoo felt his shell stiffen. If there was anything that could stimulate him more than the smell of his lord, it was the smell of his mother. Surrounded by a security cordon of kidinaks, the Kitin sovereign, whose yellow and scarlet cranial excrescences were reminiscent of a crown, sat proudly on a huge vegetal carpet, which served as both her throne and her bed, and from which she never rose. However, the place was perfectly clean. A horde of workers was constantly working to maintain the queen's mattress, to clean her gigantic pearly abdomen, and to supply the enormous banquet that was constantly facing her. The banquet consisted largely of mushrooms and meat. Indeed, the Kitins took advantage of the dark and humid galleries that made up their vast territory to transform them into veritable mushroom beds, in which they practiced intensive agriculture. As for meat, it came from hunting animals, but also from breeding, which they practiced to a lesser extent. |
The queen's nest was crowded with six-footed and flying Kitins, and the most important individuals were already all gathered. The high ceiling of the huge cavern was covered with glowworms, whose light reflected off the creatures' shells and set the whole space ablaze in a mesmerizing kaleidoscopic effect. The kinkoo moved to the front row and placed his lord next to the other kizaraks in the colony. As he was about to take his own place, a foreign smell came exciting his olfactory receptors. A kipekoo from an enemy colony darted into the nest, soon followed by other Kitins of his rank from several other kitin-nests. Instinctively, the kinkoo saw these intrusions as a frontal attack and stood up on his legs. But it only took him a split second to remember that these foreign kipekoos were actually royal ambassadors. Moreover, the queen responded to the arrival of the messengers with reassuring clicks, to calm her offspring and make them understand that everything was under control. However, a feeling of distrust pervaded the den. Under the orders of their sovereign, the kidinaks broke formation and the kipekoos passed one by one before the mistress of the place. With her massive pincers, she scraped the backs of the ambassadors to recover the olfactory messages that were deposited there. | The queen's nest was crowded with six-footed and flying Kitins, and the most important individuals were already all gathered. The high ceiling of the huge cavern was covered with glowworms, whose light reflected off the creatures' shells and set the whole space ablaze in a mesmerizing kaleidoscopic effect. The kinkoo moved to the front row and placed his lord next to the other kizaraks in the colony. As he was about to take his own place, a foreign smell came exciting his olfactory receptors. A kipekoo from an enemy colony darted into the nest, soon followed by other Kitins of his rank from several other kitin-nests. Instinctively, the kinkoo saw these intrusions as a frontal attack and stood up on his legs. But it only took him a split second to remember that these foreign kipekoos were actually royal ambassadors. Moreover, the queen responded to the arrival of the messengers with reassuring clicks, to calm her offspring and make them understand that everything was under control. However, a feeling of distrust pervaded the den. Under the orders of their sovereign, the kidinaks broke formation and the kipekoos passed one by one before the mistress of the place. With her massive pincers, she scraped the backs of the ambassadors to recover the olfactory messages that were deposited there. | ||
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Finally, the bondaging fragrances began to fade, and gradually the kinkoo awoke. The queen had finished her general announcement and was now content to send chemical and auditory messages that only the kizaraks could understand. Around him, apart from the presence of the foreign kipekoo, there was absolutely nothing to indicate the historic nature of the moment. While some of the kitins left the nest in a row under their lord's orders, others waited patiently for instructions. As usual in the kitin's nest, everything was perfectly choreographed, no matter how big or small the event. Yet at the same time, the kinkoo was in deep internal disorder. Indeed, the comforting state of servitude had soon given way to the dizziness of free will. His mind was in tumult, shot through with new emotions. One, particularly strange, disturbed him and affected his body. The heat of his hemolymph seemed to have taken a few degrees, his heart rate was gaining in intensity and his carapace was crossed by slight tremors. In this moment, the kinkoo had never felt so awake and free. He dreamed of victories and recognition. For the first time, he was experiencing excitement and impatience. | Finally, the bondaging fragrances began to fade, and gradually the kinkoo awoke. The queen had finished her general announcement and was now content to send chemical and auditory messages that only the kizaraks could understand. Around him, apart from the presence of the foreign kipekoo, there was absolutely nothing to indicate the historic nature of the moment. While some of the kitins left the nest in a row under their lord's orders, others waited patiently for instructions. As usual in the kitin's nest, everything was perfectly choreographed, no matter how big or small the event. Yet at the same time, the kinkoo was in deep internal disorder. Indeed, the comforting state of servitude had soon given way to the dizziness of free will. His mind was in tumult, shot through with new emotions. One, particularly strange, disturbed him and affected his body. The heat of his hemolymph seemed to have taken a few degrees, his heart rate was gaining in intensity and his carapace was crossed by slight tremors. In this moment, the kinkoo had never felt so awake and free. He dreamed of victories and recognition. For the first time, he was experiencing excitement and impatience. | ||
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| − | Kilometers above, Pü woke up just as the amber star disappeared below the horizon. The child had grown to about | + | Kilometers above, Pü woke up just as the amber star disappeared below the horizon. The child had grown to about two metres in height. Seven years had passed since he had returned from his forced ritual exile. Seven years that had allowed his doubts to subside. Gradually, and in spite of the deep disagreement that opposed him to his father and brother, the young homin's convictions had begun to touch some members of the tribe: according to him, it was necessary to stop blindly following the precepts of the Black Cult of Ma-Duk, without disowning the Great Genitor. Moreover, despite his father's insistent requests, Looï and Grandmother Bä-Bä did not take sides and let things happen without intervening. To mark his opposition, the Black Mask had refused to allow his youngest son to receive the tattoos of merit which, in principle, came to complete the one received on return from exile by every Black Warrior. But for Pü, all that mattered little. He was not dreaming of the advent of the Happy Days, he was already living them, with his mother. For the young idealist, everything was going well, and there was nothing to suggest that under his feet, the most terrible enemy of hominkind was waking up…. |
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