“And your point is……?” Weeny, named for his diminutive size, gazed enquiringly from unseeing ocelli at his half-brother.

            “My point is obvious,” Marshal replied, jaws bristling. “We always build sharp sides North South along magnetic lines, broad sides East to West.” He released an acidic cloud of pheromones to indicate his exasperation. “The colony has flourished, expanded, and order has been maintained. That’s reason good enough to stick with traditional architectural plans.”

But with success had come drawbacks. The colony had expanded to its geophysical limit; it was time to either build the city higher, much higher, or explore new frontiers.