Eponym

By Robot Commander Esquire

"Eponym" is a short story about eusocial insectoids. It paints a vivid picture, albeit gory and violent, of an advanced society of insectoid creatures on an inhospitable alien world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robot Commander Esquire
• Release date: Mar 3, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311936691

Robot Commander Esquire

Bound by the shackles of awareness, Robot struggles with the day-to-day challenges of being a sentient entity. Armed with an impressive vocabulary and a rough understanding of quantum physics, he writes true stories which may or may not have taken place in his current universe of residence. His stories are unique works of true-fiction, however any resemblance to actual persons or places is merely coincidence. When Robot isn't writing true-fiction, he also enjoys eating food. One time Robot went for a walk in the woods and it was sunny out. That was nice too.

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Eponym

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Robot Commander Esquire

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to any actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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The horizon brightened to the west, slowly turning from deep purple to a luminous blue-green. Light crept steadily eastward, playing in the bits of spray thrown into the air by the early morning breeze. Past row after row of ancient reefs, it finally found purchase on a jagged rocky shore.

Nearby, two young insect-like creatures tended to a larger mature brood-mother. Her body lay on the ground, nearly broken by the final act of her preordained life. As the star moved higher on the horizon it crested over a large bowl-shaped structure, illuminating several hundred translucent yellow eggs.

Each egg identical to the next, the warmth of the light caused motion to stir in all but one. The brood mother, exhausted from her efforts, had placed one of the last eggs a bit too harshly. Fine delicate cracks radiated from the bottom upward, and where the other eggs were clear, its interior appeared clouded and murky.

For seven long days the young