It does now. The vibrations have patterns. Not wind. Not worms. Language.
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 .
We see from 1cm above ground. TWO RED FIRE ANTS (COLONEL SIX and PRIVATE THREE) drag the wasp leg.
He taps the mercury. It reforms into a blade.
The BLACK QUEEN, ancient, one antenna missing, sits on a woven root.
He refused the wasp. (pause) Colonel Six is dangerous. He thinks.
Both Queens saw this conversation in real time.
(whispered) And prepare the chemical reserve. If they write a new script... we’ll burn the page.