Troubled Dreams / Sample

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Prompt

check out these musings
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from an ant researcher,

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from an ant researcher,

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from an ant researcher,

I am writing this from the floor of the lab, which is, I have come to understand, the correct vantage point.

For eleven years I have studied *Formica rufa* — the red wood ant. My papers were respectable. My methods were sound. I marked queens with paint. I mapped trails with string and pins. I believed I was observing them.

Last Tuesday, they changed the trail.

Not around an obstacle. Not toward food. The colony abandoned a perfectly good aphid farm and marched, in a line so straight I checked it with a ruler, to the center of the empty observation chamber. There they stopped. And they arranged themselves.

At first I thought it was a stress response. A pheromone accident. Then Dr. Patel came in with coffee, looked over my shoulder, and went very quiet.

They had spelled HELP.

Not in English, exactly. Don't misunderstand me. Ants cannot spell. But 2,143 workers held position in a formation that, from above, from a *human* height, was unmistakable. The H was missing a leg where a minor worker kept wandering off. They kept dragging her back.

We photographed it. We filmed it. We told no one.

The next day they spelled it again. Tighter. The day after: COLD. Which was true — the incubator on Chamber 3 had failed in the night, something none of us had yet noticed.

Today I arrived before dawn. The chamber lights were off. In the dark, by flashlight, they were already in formation, waiting for me to be tall enough to read it.

DO NOT SLEEP IN BUILDING

I have not told Patel. I wanted to write this down with my own hand first, in case I sound — in case *I* am the stress response. A sleep-deprived mind looking for patterns in insects.

But they are still down there as I write this. Holding the shape. Patient in a way that makes my hands shake.

Ants do not know English. Ants do not know we sleep.

But a colony knows how to watch. A colony has ten thousand eyes, and eleven years is a very long time to be watched back.

If you find this, do not step into Chamber 3. Count the ants on the paper first.

I think one of them is reading this over my —

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