Because we have a traitor. Or they have a spy. (to Architect One) What do you want?
To what? The soil doesn’t speak.
Now we end wars. Not battles.
Three BLACK CARPENTER ANTS emerge from a hole in a rotting fence post. They carry no food. They carry a bead of mercury. Ant War New Script
The Reds freeze.
The BLACK QUEEN, ancient, one antenna missing, sits on a woven root.
Both Queens saw this conversation in real time. Because we have a traitor
He taps the mercury. It reforms into a blade.
He refused the wasp. (pause) Colonel Six is dangerous. He thinks.
Copy... an enemy?
The Black leader, ARCHITECT ONE, taps the mercury bead. It splits into three perfect spheres.
Your tunnel to the rose bush collapses in ten clicks of light. We didn’t dig under it. We dissolved the glue holding the soil.
No. Look at the mercury. They didn’t find that. They made it. From the broken glass thing. (beat) They’re not animals anymore, Three. They’re soldiers . To what