The big hovercraft thing continues to hover towards them. It's getting close now.
"How did you get here, anyway? If you were always on this planet, the surveyors would have found you. If you came in a spaceship, the satellites would have found you."
"Something with magnets. I'm not an engineer. There is metal under the sand, it pushes on the metal to fly, but it can only go so high and only where the metal is."
Hovercraft thing tilts backwards as it comes close, slowing down. When it lands, a much bigger Hiver leaps out of a window, lands deftly, and asks, "Greetings, worker. Little one, you are the visitor?"
The big one steps away. "I will lower a ladder for you. The Princess would like you to come with us, Rt'zlt. Another is being sent to take over your duties for today."
There are bolted-down chairs and benches in wildly varying sizes inside the thing. The big guy goes to one with controls in front of it. The hovercraft turns around and sets off after everyone is seated.
It's pretty fast. Neither of the Hivers try to talk to her.
"When we are old enough to understand things, we are ceremonially given the tools for the job we were assigned at birth. Not all stay in the same job forever, but all at least start in a predetermined place."
"Are all humans good at the same jobs? I could never be a Warrior, no matter how much I desired it. I am simply too small. Warriors are made on purpose."
"Hivers are made. I was made small and with good endurance, to be a worker. Warriors are made tall and tough and strong. Scientists are made smart. The idea of a hive without specialized roles is strange to me."
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"How long are days on this planet?"
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"How did you get here, anyway? If you were always on this planet, the surveyors would have found you. If you came in a spaceship, the satellites would have found you."
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Hovercraft thing tilts backwards as it comes close, slowing down. When it lands, a much bigger Hiver leaps out of a window, lands deftly, and asks, "Greetings, worker. Little one, you are the visitor?"
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"Thank you," says, apparently, Rt'zlt.
Down comes a rope-and-wood ladder.
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It's pretty fast. Neither of the Hivers try to talk to her.
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After a while the worker asks, "Do humans not have princesses? You seemed interested, as if the idea was new."
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