Author's
Note
I always wanted the honor to write a short story that made it into college
Literature textbooks. (That's right, college students! I want to be the source
and topic of all your misery while writing analysis essays on English story
construction!) So when reading my short stories, there's
an expectancy to look beyond the initial words and plot. There' is a
message I entwined within that I want my readers and audience to
find. The reason why I won't tell you the message blatantly is because I
am trying to set an impression that will last. So whip out those
handy analysis skills that professors drill into us, and rip this
baby apart with a literary scalpel.
Formicidae
We were the 627th Platoon. That
was not some random number or a certain symbol, but part of a sequence. We were
the six-hundred-and-twenty-seventh group to deploy into hostile territory. Six-hundred-and-twenty-six
groups left before ours, each also numbering in the thousands, but only less
than twenty would ever come back. I was not always a soldier. This may have
been the Family’s 627th deployment, but this would be my first. It
would be my first and it would gladly be my last; ‘gladly,’ not because I greet
death with a willing embrace, but because I would do anything for my Home and
my Family. I would sacrifice any comfort, any self-worth, and my very life to
guarantee Mother, the Young Ones, my Brothers, and my Sisters have the food,
water, and security to welcome a brighter future.
I grew up in a large family with numerous
doting relatives, and I spent my early years as a middle child returning the
care that was given to me. We were a House that was always bursting at the
seams with so many Young Ones and so many of Us. Really, we were practically
crawling over one another through the halls and chambers. Most saw our
lifestyle as squalor. We were the lowest of the low, the bottom of the food
chain; so far beneath the totem pole that we were the shapeless wood buried in
the dirt. On top of everything, I recall no time when father was a presence in
our Family. Because of this, Mother was always busy. She organized and ruled
the house with a dominating authority, and the Older Siblings helped by doting
on the Young Ones or providing for the Household. We did not need a father. We
handled ourselves perfectly fine. This was the way things were supposed to be.
We were the many that made one, and we were happy.
I learned a lot caring for Mother
and the Young Ones. It was my first taste of the responsibilities expected of
me in the Outside. When I was big enough, though, I had a sudden interest to
build and expand. I remember that day clearly. I happened upon the building
material and investigated it with earnest. I touched, smelled, explored, and
handled the material until my heart practically burst with the urge to build. It
was not just me. The siblings that were my age or close to it had the same
urge.
So, we built and continued building. Our
House was always expanding, always growing with the overflowing numbers of us.
Day and night, we toiled to create a bigger, better Home for all of the Family.
We dug, we climbed, we patched and we constructed. With material several times
my size and weight, each haul was the equivalent to running kilometer. I lost
count of all the hauls we did a day. Without stop, we ran; back and forth, back
and forth, each day, nonstop. We did not mind. We enjoyed the labor, in fact.
We valued the lesson of teamwork; how success depended on the assistance and
earnest heart of the brother and sisters beside you. We learned that miracles
were built when diligence, trust, and comradery combined together to embrace a
vision. With it came the overwhelming joy of accomplishments and the
exhilarating anticipation for the next project. We were the many that made one.
We were inside, mostly, as we built
from the inside-out. We were told with solemnity that the Outside was far too
dangerous and we were still far too small. Deep in our hearts, we knew it was
true and, because of this, we walked Outside only for a quick second to throw
out needless trash and debris. Instead, Older Brothers and Sisters, better
equipped and much bigger than us, would provide the supplies from Outside. Each
time they returned we eagerly prompted them for stories, swarming them with a
mass of reaching limbs and probing for answers. What was beyond the house? What
adventures did they have? Each story was laden with strange scents, sights, and
tastes; of Leviathans and monsters, of perils and challenges, of evil and good,
or comrade and foe, and of life and death.
Sometimes, though, I did look around
at the Outside. After each haul of trash and debris, I would look around and
marveled—for just a second—at the glorious, monstrous size of the world.
Really, we are so insignificant. The Leviathans barely see us, let alone
acknowledge our existence, but they still avoid us. Because we were the many
that made one.
When I felt the warm kisses of sun and
the welcoming embrace of a cool breeze, I felt something new budding in my
heart. One day… I would think as I
turned back inside for another haul, one day
my Brothers, Sisters, and I would explore the Outside and please the Family
with endless riches. That day was not then, though. I knew it, and never
fought it. For now, my place was helping Mother and the Young Ones. I was
content with that.
However, that day came sooner than we
all expected, and it came on the wings of disaster, death, and heartbreak. The
day I was tossed into the Outside came on the day of an attack, when thousands
of our Older Brothers and Sisters perished. We were always familiar with death.
It was part of our lifestyle. There were sometimes fatal accidents, especially
since we are easily crushed. Sometimes, while protecting Us, Mother, the Young
Ones, and the Home, a Brother or Sister would valiantly fall against an Enemy
or Leviathan. Our Brothers and Sisters always defended and annihilated anything
before it got to our doorstep. It was an honorable death, and we were used to
it, but never on this scale. This enemy, this new Leviathan, was far superior and
exceeded us in everything; In knowledge, abilities, weapons, and capabilities.
Never before had an enemy even approached Our doorstep and into the Home, but this
Leviathan, who we later called the Exterminator, easily swept into the
threshold.
It obliterated Us with a veracity that
clearly sought only Our complete annihilation. They killed thousands of Our
Brothers and Sisters, tearing apart half the Home in one sweep. We attacked.
With fire in our hearts and tenacity in our little bodies, we defended all that
we loved with every inch of our being. We swarmed the Exterminator as if we
were all one entity with a cooperation and system incapable of anything else on
Earth. We are the many that make one! We
are the many that make one! Again and again, we chanted, roared, and fought
with the words spilling from our lips… but it was no use. They easily conquered
over us. We never had a chance, and at the end of the day, all we faced in our
efforts was death, despair, and loss.
Though more than half of Us perished
and the bodies were countless, not all was lost. Mother was still alive, the
Young Ones were saved, and the Home stretched too far and deep for the Exterminator
to completely annihilate the Family. However, we were still met with more
adversity. The Home needed to be rebuilt and soon we would all starve to death.
Mother and the Young Ones could neither forage, hunt, nor defend themselves,
and we were few in numbers after so much death, especially in Soldiers and
Foragers.
There, in that bleak moment with
hearts filled with determination and strength, my Siblings and I stood at the
cusp of an evolutionary change never witnessed within our Home. In a valiant
movement towards a better future, we casted away our childhood behaviors and equipped
for a new lifestyle. We grew, both size and strength, and became the new
defense for the Family. We were the new soldiers, the new frontline, and the
new hope. It was time for the Outside to give us our own adventures. And as we
made our way out into the alien, hostile land, an age-old phrase repeated in
our minds like a broken record. It engrained
into my being just as it was for the Brothers and Sisters at my side: We were
the many that made one.
For the Older Brothers and Sisters
that survived, they never had to show us what to do. The changes in us came
naturally and we went to our stations and tasks as if we knew it since birth.
We were sectioned purely by our body shape. Some, like me, were Foragers.
Smaller than the rest, we became the herders, gatherers, and harvesters. We
were wild explorers that tamed the land. We found the seeds, fruits, and
vegetables that the abundant land had to offer. No tree was too tall for us to
climb or any forest too wild to manage. Upon the wide, open fields of the
Outside, we found herds of animals called Cocci. They were weird looking
creatures. Some were flat and long, with six legs, and a tiny head. The
females, though, were plump, like six-legged grapes that scuttled from tree to
tree. No matter the shape, each secreted a sweet nectar that we had to harvest
from their bodies regularly. I spent many days in those fields, herding the
Cocci to richer and sweeter feed. I would grasp hold of the thinner ones
firmly, but the females—which we handled with extra care—rode safely on my
head. Sometimes a rainstorm would threaten to sweep us away or a Leviathan
would come to eat us. As the Foragers gathered the Cocci to a safe place, the
Soldiers would courageously fight and save us.
The soldiers were bigger and stronger
than we Foragers were. They were the hunters and defenders. While some would
guard the Home and Foragers, others scavenged the land for meat. They were
amazing, bringing in several Kilos a week by killing Leviathans 1000x our
weight and size. And they came from anywhere, everywhere, in all forms of
attacks. Some Leviathans would come snapping from the waters, some would swoop
high from the air, others leapt from the bushes and trees that we gathered food
from, and then some even sprang from the ground. Each snapping, clawing,
biting, and attacking with weight and strength that far surpassed us, but we
were resilient. Comrade with Comrade, Brother and Sister holding firm and together,
we overcame all Leviathans. No matter the size, no matter the type strategy, no
matter the tenacity, we were able to save the Home and secure our right to
live. And when a massive kill was taken down, the Foragers would help take the
meat apart. Whether we were gathering meat, fruits, vegetables, seeds, water,
or nectar from the Cocci, we never ate anything for ourselves and nothing was
ever stolen. Everything went straight to Mother. We never minded, because we
were the many that made one.
With our efforts, the Home was
flourishing again. Mother and the Young Ones worked hard inside while we toiled
for them Outside. Everyone worked together to rebuild our once shattered lives.
But not once, in our adventures and in our work, did we encounter the Exterminator.
The seasons changed and a drought stricken
our land. The heat was so intense that it threatened to scorch us to death
beneath an unforgiving hand. The vegetation became dry, brown, and brittle. The
seeds disappeared and the fruit withered. Worst yet, the water disappeared. All
the Leviathans that we hunted left us alone to our miserable land, searching
for the food and water that was no longer here. We did not have the luxury to
travel with them. Mother and the Young Ones could never leave the Home. If she
died, we all would perish. If the Young Ones died, our future was lost. Though,
they would all die eventually if we did not find food and water quick. Our last
hope for any substance were the Cocci, and we let them go free to find better
pastures. They would return in the Flourishing season. Until then, we had to scavenge
deeper into unknown and unforgiving lands or the Family would not survive. As
low rations made us desperate, we set out towards danger and death.
The Soldiers had to stay behind with
the Family. They were too precious for us to leave abandoned for long periods
of time. The Foragers would have to set out alone and with little defenses. The
strategy was simple: Each Brother and Sister would set out by themselves and
scour the land for something we could eat or drink. If there were anything, we
would head back Home while making a trail to find our way back. Once we
informed other Foragers, the group would march in a line back to the source,
following the trail originally set. It was simple and effective. We found every
scrap of meat, seed, vegetable, fruit, and water. Along the way, many of us
were picked off by Leviathans. We no longer had Soldiers protecting us from the
claws, jaws, and poisons. We found little after much loss, but it was something
and we were happy to ensure the future of the Family with it. We overcame all
obstacles as we banded together. We made easy work of everything as each
Brother and Sister relied on the courage and diligence of the Sibling beside
them. We were the many that made one.
It all changed when a Foraging scout
returned home in excitement. Food, water, and an abundance of it! There was
everything; fruits, vegetables, seeds, water, meat, strange nectars and other
strange foods never to have touched our lips. It was a massive blessing of
nourishment that not only could get us through the Dead season, but also
through endless seasons beyond that! I was not one of them, but many Foragers
went out to collect this precious gift from the Earth. I was not one of them.
Many of us had to remain to look for other sources, just in case. They soon
returned, revealing that the Forager was speaking the truth. (Of course, we
never had a reason to lie. Our survival depended on the truth and unity of
everybody.) For the first few hours, food, water, and nectar poured in without
end. We only took what we needed, never wasting nor overindulging, but we did
have a big Family to provide for. Joy and hope filled every heart and filled
the Home. Finally, our despair had ended.
We should have known better.
We had taken from the Exterminator. We
knew something bad happened when less than ten from thousands returned.
Maddened and frantic, they spoke of meeting an Exterminator. It was a massive
Leviathan, bigger than any we had ever seen. When it stepped, it squashed
hundreds of Brothers and Sisters. In one sweep, it killed thousands. The
Foragers fought, but it only tickled them.
As our blood and guts stained the battlefield, not one drop was spilled
of theirs. Again, we were annihilated.
We could not give up, though. We
needed that food and water. It was either die of starvation, dehydration, or
under the merciless wrath of the Exterminator. Mother sent out bigger troops,
but it never matter. It just increased the body count and the Exterminator got
creative. Chemicals shriveled the lungs of those on the battlefield. The
survivors were drenched in poison and a sickness started to kill us off from
within the House. Family of all sizes and ages began dying now; the Older, the
Middle, and the Young Ones, but not Mother. We could not let them get Mother or
we all would die. But she was so desperate to get food for the starving Young
Ones that she had the Soldiers forsake the Home and help the Foragers. It did
not matter. The only result was now we were now starting to lack Soldiers in
the Family. Eventually, I was one of the few that were chosen to replenish the
lines. It was quick process and I gladly did it. I quickly grew bigger,
equipped myself, and set out to the Exterminator’s domain.
As I make my way towards the
battlefield, I am certain we will be the 627th to be lost. And in my
march to death, I wonder, what did we do that was so bad? Our lives had been
centered on caring and defending a Family that we all loved so much. We only took
what we needed. So what had we ever done to earn this extermination? Other
Leviathans attacked us for food, but the Exterminator killed only to kill; as
if merely our presence a sin and a blemish to them.
I will die here with the rest of my
Brothers and Sisters as we fight to defend and secure all that we know, all
that we love, and all that is precious.
We are the many that make one.
Below is the
author's description and inspiration for the story:
"Formicidae" was inspired by the documentary from
BBC called, "ANTS--Nature's Secret Power." Within the documentary,
they explained that ants are a highly sophisticated society full of engineers,
workers, warriors, herders, agriculturists, and even have medicinal awareness.
All this and we humans kill them by the thousands with only sweep of chemicals
and poisons. Now, my message is not to have ants run rampart within your home.
They are such a strong force of thousands making one being that they can and
will take over your home if you allow them. I really want readers to build an
appreciation for these creatures, and that they do help us. Ants keep other bug
populations down. If not for ants, there would be swarms of mosquitoes,
cockroaches, grasshoppers and locusts... not only is that disturbing and
annoying, but destructive. (Locusts are veracious eaters and can kill whole crops,
collapsing us into a state of low food supply and a crashing economy from
destroyed farming aspects in the market.) Ants also clean up debris and waste.
So next time you're cursing their existence with poison, bleach, and other
chemicals, remember that they are just trying to survive in a harsh world and
that they offer us so much.