Chapter 15As they passed through the open iron doors and began to walk through the city, Montreal noticed that the people there all seemed fully occupied either cleaning the sidewalks, the buildings, or tending to the strange plants that gave splashes of other colours to the red buildings.
Jeroboam leaned back, whispering to Montreal, “I still find myself wondering if this is all some oxygen-depleted hallucination.”
“We can’t both be sharing it,” Montreal murmured. “I suppose a committee sounds a lot less worrying than generals or armies, but a strange title for a leadership.”
“True. But it doesn’t sound entirely democratic either.” Jeroboam jerked his head in the direction of the woman leading the way. “A ‘drone’ suggests a ‘queen.’ Or perhaps a single leader, at any rate. What was it
