How could I refuse a request like this?
Several days later, when Worriesgone organized everything, I and Ambrosia came to the Hive Supremo's radio tower. Worriesgone herself was with us, full of shy anticipation.
It was actually built not anywhere close to the hive itself—the construction of something of this size would've damaged the surrounding buildings—but several kilometers away. Still, the Hive Supremo was easily visible from here and vice versa.
The radio tower, with a massive antenna reaching toward the sky and built on a hexagonal grid of steel beams, didn't look much different from the radio towers of my world. The real magic happened in the building at its base.
There, four radio operators were waiting for us amid simple consoles of radio equipment, trying to look slightly less excited than they obviously were. Stacks of paper were lying on several tables, and sheets with schedules were pinned to a wall.
