I’ve worked in the city my whole life. Since I hate crowds this may be an issue. Seriously, I-I don’t like close spaces. I feel trapped all the time. I keep thinking there’s something better out there, but maybe that’s not so. I think I think too much. It probably goes back to being an anxious child with a mother who didn’t have time for me, ever. It’s hard to get enough attention when you’re a middle child with five mission siblings. How could I? Feelings of abandonment are always there. My drone-like father flew away when I was a larva. And my job? Ugh, my job really annoys me, don’t get me started. I can tell you right now I was not made to be a worker, feeling inadequate my whole life. Physically I mean. I can’t lift more than 10 times my weight, and handling dirt is icky! This is not a fulfilling career. I can’t get into being a part of the whole super-organism thing, no matter how hard I try. Having to do everything for the colony sucks, what about me? I have to believe there is something better for me out there. Something that doesn’t make me feel insignificant.
