Colonial Malaise

Dec 16th, 2013 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words

We milled about the tunnel, waiting for instruction. Our day always began this way. No one seemed to have the initiative to do something on his own.

I’m not sure about the others, but my inaction wasn’t for lack of impetus. I knew I should be outside gathering food and fighting off invaders. And every day was identical, so our tasks weren’t that complicated. It was just that for whatever reason I never felt very motivated. Based on their apathy, my brethren were similarly predisposed.

This was probably the reason why our colony was consistently named the world’s worst anthill.

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