"Father, the Researcher Bees have failed you. And I am one of them," Researchina reported, approaching me.
"Failed?"
I looked at the prototype, built at a free place on the bottom of Hive Supremo—close to the forges. Things-Things and a couple dozen Craftsmen and Researchers have surrounded the cart, doing last-minute improvements or just poking it out of curiosity.
"The prototype is very basic, but I'm sure you could scale it up and make rails from other materials. And this thing—it rolls, doesn't it?"
"It does, Father!" Things-Things shouted.
She leaned on the back of the cart and pushed it; a moment later, several bees joined her, while others moved away.
With a screech of wheels that needed some oiling, the cart rolled three meters down the length of the railway prototype, hit the dirt ground, and stopped.
"Yeah!" Things-Things flew on the cart and pumped her fists in the air. "Shakes, but works!"