Zarknahk is in mid-probe when the Mothership calls – he can tell by the multi-tone, long-distance ring. She always does this at the worst times.
“Hewoh my widdle Zarkey,” booms her voice, like the buzzing of a trillion locusts.
“So what, you can’t pick up a tachyon transmitter and call your overlord?”
“Listen, Mom, I’m sort of in the middle-”
There is a terrible silence.
“It’s just one of the other Hive Queens tells me her offspring all call her every day.”
“Mom, I doubt trillions of warri-”
“That’s what she said, Zarkey, I’m just telling you.”