The tunnel is fairly tall and wide. It contains pipes and wires and what might be a control panel of some kind, but no side-tunnels or doors for a while.
It's dark in there. There are lights that turn on as she approaches, but they're not as bright as a human would like.
"I am a Hiver Worker." It now smells strange. A bit like pine. (This means it's excited and curious.) "Did I just accidentally discover intelligent alien life as I was going to harvest oilnuts?"
"The Great Hive holds a hundred and more planets, but have found nothing more intelligent than a Yart. This is momentous. I want to introduce you to our scientists and our Princess."
There are several subtle changes in its scent during this, that seem to be used almost like tone of voice in humans.
"She is the leader of the hive, whose wisdom helps us grow on this new world. Please wait, I will ask the warrior forces to inform the Princess of you."
It scuttles off to that 'control panel' and touches its hands to it.
"The Princess would indeed like to meet you. This place is far from the central hive, however. She will send a vehicle."
"...I have been relieved of farming duties today, to escort you. What are humans like? What do humans eat? I will answer your questions about Hivers as well."
"Humans look like me, most of them are taller though. We eat things like peanut butter and rice and chicken and bread and apples. You might not have those things here though. You look kind of like a giant bug, are you a bug?"
"That word is not quite translating in... Whatever you are using to translate. I do not know what a 'bug' is. Hivers have exoskeletons and come in many different shapes, and the Princess is the mother of hundreds of thousands of us. Hivers mostly eat sweet things, fruit and juice and sugar."
"If you know of 'bugs' with similar properties, then perhaps. I imagine our scientists would like to discuss it with you. How can you not know what tools you are using? It's very strange. I know you aren't speaking in my language. You can't even make the right sounds."
It makes an annoyed smell. "It seems irresponsible, to not know your tools. But very well... The vehicle is arriving soon. We should wait at the edge of the orchard."
The desert continues to be hot and sandy. The Hiver doesn't seem to mind. It walks to the edge of the little orchard and sits in the shade of a tree and points.
The thing it points at is a low, wide shape making its way towards them, kicking up a fair amount of sand along the way.
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She picks a black nut-thing and puts it in her jean pocket, then heads for the door.
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It doesn't have a lock or latch, just a little handle. It's pretty heavy for a door, though.
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It's dark in there. There are lights that turn on as she approaches, but they're not as bright as a human would like.
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About five minutes of walking down the tunnel brings her face to face with some sort of adult-human-sized insect pushing a big cart.
This creature is surprised! It stops the cart and asks, "What are you?"
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There are several subtle changes in its scent during this, that seem to be used almost like tone of voice in humans.
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It scuttles off to that 'control panel' and touches its hands to it.
"The Princess would indeed like to meet you. This place is far from the central hive, however. She will send a vehicle."
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