“That’s why you…” Satoru started to say, but stopped.
“We swear absolute loyalty to the colony and the queen. But we are not tools to be discarded. We are second in intelligence only to the gods of this planet, and are unlike other social animals such as ants or bees. And so, based on this belief, all who worried for the future of our colony gathered of their own volition and formed a union.”
“Yes. It was necessary to negotiate with the queen to preserve our most basic rights. But the queen was enraged. She regarded our actions as an act of treason. …there were a number of complications, and it was with great reluctance we chose this path.”
“This path…you joined forces and completely crippled her. Wouldn’t it have been better just to kill her?” Satoru asked.
Yakomaru shook his head. “No. We did not wish to completely destroy her mental faculties. We only performed a frontal lobe lobotomy. After the surgery, her aggressiveness declined greatly and she became submissive. She continues to bear children and contribute to the growth of the colony. I’m sure the queen herself is much happier like this compared to when she was trapped by her mental illness. …however, since it was our first time performing the procedure, there were several complications with regards to hygiene. Shortly afterward, she began suffering from encephalitis and her mental functions declined considerably.
“That’s terrible…” I whispered.
“It is natural to think that, I suppose. How regrettable.” Yakomaru looked at us accusingly. “Should not all intelligent individuals be given equal rights? That is what I read in the books of the gods. It is the core principle of democracy.”
We looked at each other, bewildered. I never thought I would hear such words spoken by these creatures.