It had been a week since his rather unsavory demise and Willie now found himself wondering about, here and there, looking. Searching, almost desperately at times, for something of interest. Death seemed to desensitize Willie. Perhaps it was the lack of tangibility, or the inability to communicate with anyone else, but Willie felt bored. Incredibly and utterly bored. So bored in fact that he himself would use the popular cliche "bored to death" if it wasn't for the absurdly annoying fact that he happened to already be dead.
Unable to think of a proper cliche or phrase to truly communicate his boredom, Willie moved on. He quickly took to observing people. For someone who had spent a majority of his life appraising individuals on their possessions, the observance of something that was in fact animate sparked his interest.
He watched as people scuttled and scurried, busy in their daily lives, not noticing the other drones on either side of them. He closely inspected the bubble that surrounded them, an invisible force field that the living apparently couldn't see. A barrier between that individual and the world. The minute that the general populace stepped outside the comfort of their cucoons, they took out small electronic remote controls, powered by what seemed to be the auditory cortex, and turned flicked their force field remotes into the "on" position. It was safe in there.
He watched them crawl back and forth. Racing through their tunnels, burrowing, digging, mining, prospecting. Searching desperately, in some way or another, to find something. The queen demanded tribute and they had to give it. Never had they found out the purpose of the tribute nor the consequences of not offering it, Willie certainly hadn't anyway, but the price surely was much too high to pay. Surely it must be. Yet, his mind untethered by monetary, or any corporeal, worries and his mind adrift in an ocean of simple boredom, Willie was left to imagine the consequence.Odd, nothing came to mind. Willie secretly planned to ponder this thought for the following week, relieved to find something to hold his interest. This plan seemed a grand idea, until he was tapped upon the shoulder.
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