Evolution was clearly more complete than humanity's.
As a species, the Insect Race could basically crush humanity. But when it came to individual intelligence, insects actually couldn't compare to humans.
Nuclear weapons... Heh. Nuclear weapons could indeed kill insects, but... humans couldn't survive the radiation.
Cockroaches could.
And that was nothing compared to the Insect Race's offspring, which were even hardier than cockroaches.
Well, aside from the Insect Queens and Insect Emperors, all the other insects could be called offspring.
And... once an Insect Emperor mated, an Insect Queen could reproduce without limit, because she could replicate DNA...
Ahem. The true "men are worthless" series.
Of course, that was just one of the many things the Insect Queen had stuffed into my head over those three days.
There were also the thousands of candidate Insect Queens implanted with her memories.
In other words, they were other bodies, something like memory clones. Even if this Insect Queen died, her replacements would still carry her perfect memories.
A perfect system of inheritance.
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The entire species worked to ensure the survival of one individual. As long as she didn't die and the thousands of candidate Insect Queen eggs remained intact, the Insect Race would never go extinct.
With this kind of hierarchical biological system, unless some insect suddenly mutated, the species could reproduce endlessly. What a perfect organism.
It also had some similarities to the xenomorphs in the movies.
All I could say was... I definitely didn't like this system.
There were billions of insects in the whole species, but only two of them had intelligence and emotions. The rest almost exclusively followed orders. Wasn't that just too boring?
A lifetime of being a wage slave.
At the thought, I shrugged. What did it have to do with