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384 pages, Roughcut
First published January 1, 2010
Never lie or cheat. Never ever hit a woman. Never hit a smaller man, if you can keep from doing it, Raff. Never hit anyone first, but never back down when you know you're in the right.
Raff added, "The Klan comes to my mind - you know, these people are from the same breed that made up the foot soldiers of the old Klan. The difference, I think, is that the Klan preached raw racism, and groups like the Sword of Gideon are more into religious bigotry."
Robbins affirmed his agreement by pointing both index fingers at Raff. He said, "Except the Klan and the fighting Born Agains you're dealing with are racial and religious bigots both, just in different proportions."
[Raff] "Well, what about the churches? Don't they care about the environment?"
Robbins shook his head again. "Believe it or not, a lot of folks on the Christian hard right around here are dead set against nature reserves. ... They're saying, 'Use it all up, the faster the better, because Jesus is coming. The End of Days is almost here. He'll show up as soon as the planet's messed up a little bit more. The devil wants us all here on earth, and Jesus wants to take us on up to heaven, at least. He wants to take the true believers up.' They say that's all written in the Book of Revelations."
"Yeah, that's scary. I've heard something like that on the radio. It's pretty bad."
Raff’s family history is phylogeny; his settings are habitats; his parents’ marital conflicts appear preordained by different biological interests. When new characters appear, their clothing and features are described as if to make them identifiable in a field guide to the humans. Behavior is noted likewise. As a boy turning over logs in the woods, Raff absorbs rules of life for later use. (Principle No. 1: “Don’t antagonize your opponent unnecessarily.”) As a young man assessing a potential girlfriend, he proceeds “in the usual, genetically programmed sequence. . . . JoLane had a keen, intelligent face and two of the traits scientifically considered beautiful, small chin and wide-spaced eyes, but not the third, high cheekbones.”
It was true. The Trailhead Queen was dead.
In the first days there had been no overt sign that her long life had ended. There was no fever, there were no spasms, no farewells. She imsply sat on the floor of the royal chamber and quietly died. As in her life, her body was prone and immobile, her legs and antennae relaxed. Her stillness by itself failed to give warning to her daughters that a catastrophe had occurred for all of them. She lay there in fact as though nothing had happened. She became a perfect statue of herself.
The deception was the result of the way the bodies of insects decay after death. Where humans and other vertebrate animals have an internal skeleton surrounded by soft tissue that quickly rots away, insects are encased in an external skeleton. Their soft tissues shrivel inwardly into dry threads and lumps, but their exoskeleton around them remains, a knight's armor fully intact long after the knight is gone.
Hence the workers were at first unaware of this mother's death. Her quietude said nothing, and the odors of her life, still rising from her, signaled, I remain among you.
She smelled alive.
The decency of ants was, in disability, to leave and trouble no more. The self-sacrifices that led to the success of the Traihead Colony were evident in every task performed by all of the worker force in all circumstances. The sick and the injured received no care. In fact, they avoided such attention, moving on their own to the outermost chambers. The disabled were among the colony's most aggressive fighters. Dying workers often left the nest completely, therefore avoiding the spread of infectious diseases.
Older workers that stayed healthy but were approaching the end of their natural life-span also emigrated to the nest perimeter. From there they were prone to become foragers, leaving the nest to search for food, which exposed them to much higher risk from enemies. When defending the nest, elders were among the most suicidally aggressive. They were obedient to the simple truth that separates our two species: where humans send their young men to war, ants send their old ladies.