Bernard Werber - Empire of the Ants

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EMPIRE OF THE ANTS

BERNARD WERBER

Translated by Margaret Rocques

BANTAM PRESS

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This novel was originally published as Les Fourmis by Albin Michel in 1991

This edition published in 1996 by Bantam Press

a division of Transworld Publishers Ltd Copyright Editions Albin Michel S.A., 1991 English language translation Margaret Rocques 1996

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All of the characters in this book are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

A catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

ISBN 0593 03385X

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To my parents

And to all my friends and fellow researchers who have helped build this edifice

In the few seconds it will take you to read these 4 lines:

40 human beings and 700 million ants will have been born on Earth.

30 human beings and 500 million ants will have died on Earth.

human being : A mammal between 1 and 2 metres in height, weighing between 30 and 100 kilos. Gestation period: 9 months. Mode of nutrition: omnivore. Estimated population: over 5 billion individuals.

ant: An insect between 0.01 and 3 centimetres in length, weighing between 1 and 150 milligrams. Egg laying capacity limited only by sperm stock. Mode of nutrition: omnivore. Likely population: over a million trillion individuals.

EDMOND WELLS, Encyclopedia of Relative and Absolute Knowledge

EMPIRE OF THE ANTS

THE AWAKENING

'I'm afraid it isn't at all what you expected.'

The solicitor explained that the building was listed and that some old Renaissance scholars had lived there, though he couldn't remember who.

They went downstairs and emerged into a dark corridor. The solicitor groped about for a switch, then tried to turn on the light. 'Damn, it isn't working.'

They plunged into the shadows, feeling their way noisily along the walls. By the time the solicitor had found the door, opened it and turned on the light, he could see that his client was upset.

'Are you all right, Mr Wells?'

'I've got a thing about the dark. It's nothing, really'

'You mean a phobia?'

'I'm afraid so. I feel better already, though.'

They looked the place over. It was a large basement flat. Jonathan liked it even though the only openings to the outside were a few small windows at ceiling level. The walls were all papered a uniform grey and there was dust everywhere. But he could not afford to be fussy.

His present flat was about a fifth of the size of this one. Besides, he could no longer afford the rent. The locksmith he worked for had recently seen fit to dispense with his services.

It meant Uncle Edmonds inheritance was a real godsend.

Two days later, he moved into number three, rue des Sybarites, with his wife Lucie, their son Nicolas and their dog Ouarzazate, a clipped toy poodle.

'I don't mind all these grey walls,' announced Lucie, pushing back her thick red hair. 'We'll be able to decorate it any way we like.

Everything needs doing. It'll be like turning a prison into a hotel.' 'Where's my room?' asked Nicolas. 'At the far end on the right.'

The dog barked a couple of times, and started worrying Lucie's calves, totally disregarding the fact that she was carrying a dinner service that had been a wedding present.

He was promptly shut in the lavatory and the door locked to stop him opening it by jumping up to the handle.

'Did you know your prodigal uncle well?' went on Lucie.

'Uncle Edmond? The only thing I can really remember about him is that he played aeroplanes with me when I was very small. I was so frightened once I wet all over him.'

They laughed.

'Bit of a hero already, were you?' teased Lucie. Jonathan pretended not to have heard.

'He didn't mind. He just remarked to my mother: "Well, now we know we'll never make a pilot of him." Later on, my mother told me he kept track of me but I never saw him again.'

'What did he do for a living?'

'He was a scientist. A biologist, I think.' Jonathan looked thoughtful. In point of fact, he didn't even know his benefactor.

6 kilometres away:

BEL-O-KAN,

1 metre high.

50 floors below the ground.

50 floors above the ground.

The biggest city in the region. Estimated population: 18 million inhabitants.

Annual production:

- 50 litres of greenfly honey dew.

- 10 litres of ladybird honey dew.

- 4 kilos of agaric mushrooms.

- Gravel expelled: 1 tonne. Kilometres of practicable corridors: 120. Surface area at ground level: 2 square metres.

A ray of sunlight passed over. A leg stirred, the first thing to move since the start of hibernation three months earlier. Another leg moved slowly forward, the two claws in which it ended gradually opening. A third leg stretched. Then a thorax. Then a whole individual. Then twelve individuals. They trembled to help their transparent blood circulate through the networks of arteries, thinning as it went from paste to liquor to liquid. Littl e by little, their hearts started to beat again, pumping the life-giving fluid to their extremities. Their biomechanisms warmed up. The hyper-complex joints pivoted. All around, the ball and socket joints, covered in protective plates, twisted and turned to their full extent.

They stood up. Their bodies started to breathe again, moving in an uncoordinated slow-motion dance. They shook themselves slightly. Their forelegs met in front of their mouths as if in prayer but they were only wetting their claws to polish their antennae.

The twelve who were awake massaged one another, then tried to wake their neighbours. But they scarcely had the strength to move their own bodies and had no energy to offer. They gave up.

Then they moved with difficulty between the statue-like bodies of their sisters, making their way towards the Great Outside. Their cold-blooded organisms needed to absorb calories from the sun.

They went on, harassed, ever y step painful. They longed to le e down again and rest in peace like all the millions of others. But it was impossible. They were the first to wake. Now they must bring the whole city to life again.

They crossed the fabric of the city. The sunlight blinded them but the touch of pure energy was so comforting.

Enter our empty bodies, sun,

Move our aching muscles

And assemble our divided thoughts.

This old dawn chorus had been sung by the russet ants ever since the hundredth millennium. Even then, there had been a singing in their brains when they first felt the warmth of the sun.

Once outside, they started to wash methodically . They secreted white saliva and smeared it over their jaws and legs.