With Humanity struggling, the Male considered his options. He wasn’t too keen on the idea of lacking hands or the ability to talk. After being informed about the ability to talk to other transformed and keeping one’s intellect that seemed to ease some concerns. He was still worried about his family and the life he was giving up by volunteering.
Biting the bullet, he decided to go with something that was small and would probably take fewer resources, and something that was long lived to allow him to learn more over time.
“I think I’m ready when a spot becomes available”. He told the front desk. The wait would probably be another 15 minutes. He called his family one last time to inform them of the decision, that he cared for them and hoped things went well for them.
Soon he was called forth to a sterile white room. Inside were medical personnel wearing lots of medical protective equipment. there were also 3 security personnel with tranquilizers. It seemed as though they were taking precautions.
He took a deep breath as he looked around. He thought back to the form reminding about this being permanent. He considered the previous discussion between his family and him and a representative of the government and a representative of the organization. He thought about how his family would be paid, he and any children he has would not be harmed, and they would be treated well. He would also not lose his citizenship, meaning he would not become own-able.
“This seems like a strange request”. The doctors looked like they’d seen it all. “I was wondering if I could become a young termite queen”. He soon received his answer. Yes, he could. However, he was advised that becoming a colony might be an option as well. Knowing that a colony could be hard to build, he opted to become a colony.
Soon he was asked to step inside a box. He would be shipped to Africa. He was injected. His hands started to feel weird, as did his head. His brain started to morph into a Queen Termite, a few drones, and many workers. The rest of the body began to follow soon, hollowing out and dissolving. Each new termite joined the hive mind that was his consciousness.
Within 30 minutes he was in a box as a Termite Queen, and a few hours later the colony was in the box.