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Duncan Hathaway of pkack=37 was tunneling through the atmosphere of jelly in the usual manner. How? You might ask? Munching through it like an ant in a jelly base ant farm? No. Reading a newspaper in a bubble car. That’s how. It is true however, that his ancestors had benefited from the great jelly which enveloped their planet almost identical in substance to the ant farm jelly of Earth. A Zapstiplar1 has no lungs and the space in its chest contains a much more efficient digestive system than that of the human, and doesn’t excrete. But now tunneling was just another fact of modernity, and homes were no longer freely carved out of the jelly but were now mortgaged, and the food that was the jelly had become faux pas to eat unless it had been processed by a private swarm.

Elise Pluse didn't think about the way things used to be. She wasn't worried about the rising price of colorings or the latest debate over the treaty with the Evens. She didn't ask you what kind of air packets you were into. Never would you mistake her for a bubble builder. Elise was a tumbler. Most Zap1s tumbled now and then of course, but to be 'a tumbler' usually meant you were a junker, without a care for anything, destined to become a tool of the privates or a thorn in the hive master's side. But Elise was no junker, she was smarter than any swarm king. More importantly, she had more dendyrite connections that all of pkack=Odd. She just didn't know it yet.

Duncan Hathaway of pkack=37 was tunneling through the atmosphere of jelly in the usual manner, How? You might ask? Munching through it like an ant in a jelly base ant farm? No reading a newspaper in a bubble car , that’s how. Although his ancestors had benefited from the great jelly which enveloped their planet almost identical in substance to the ant farm jelly of earth. A Zapstiplar1 has no lungs and the space in it’s chest contains a much more efficient digestive system than that of the human and doesn’t excrete. But now tunneling was just another fact of modernity, and homes were no longer freely carved out of the jelly but were now mortgaged, and the food that was the jelly had become faux pas to eat unless it had been processed by a private swarm...