Food Crisis (2) Disturbance of Thought

Mikhailis sprawled across the sofa, his arms resting lazily on the armrests as his mind raced back and forth, trying to figure out the next best step for the colony. He had only 48 hours before things would take a bad turn. The chimera ants, massive and powerful now, needed food. If they ran out, the last thing he wanted was for them to start rampaging through nearby villages. He shuddered at the thought of his ants tearing apart innocent people for sustenance. No, he needed to come up with something, and fast.

He rubbed his forehead, groaning slightly. What could he do? Foraging was risky, and relying on scavenging alone wasn't sustainable. If the ants got desperate, there'd be no turning back. Maybe he could take a page from those kingdom-building anime he loved. Or perhaps those space novels where civilizations created food artificially? There had to be some idea out there that would work.