I thought about the possibilities.
The bodies of bees were already growing closer to perfection more and more with each generation. But what about those bees who were left behind?
Ice-hole wood prosthetics could let them catch up with their sisters. In theory.
"This is nice and all, but in the end, those are still just wood. Why do you think that even these limbs," I gestured at some prototypes with metal claws and carapace built-in, "will be much better than the originals?"
"By themselves, they probably won't," Tabletina said. "I put the first, experimental grafts on aphids. They had time to fully fuse with the flesh, but the new body parts acted mostly as normal ones, except tougher. However, I already have ideas about how the prosthetics could be improved."
"Yes-yes!" Things-Things piped in excitedly. "For a start, we can just make better ones! Longer hands for longer reach, extra fingers, extra arms—why not?"
Tabletina gave her a sour look.
