The messages passed furiously from one side to the other, some up, some down, a constant flurry of communication crucial for the survival of the colony.
There was always a sense of urgency, the network working diligently to relay news, send reports, keep one team up to scratch with another.
Above them was the product of their diligence. The towering edifice that was the result of their labours, growing stronger, an example of their commitment.
The keeper of the system, Hermanie Root, surveyed the day’s work, nodded in recognition of the success each team had achieved and breathed a sigh of relief that the wind had not blown as hard as was predicted.
Hermanie disliked the wind; it bent the tree, distorted the handiwork of his workers, set them back and caused him to schedule overtime, which never went down well with his superiors.
It was time he decided to do his daily inspection, and he set off to walk the vast system, checking everything was in place, and the workers were on task. Growth didn’t come from being slack, each worker had a role to play, each worker had a responsibility to the greater good.
By the time he returned after finding all was in order he observed it was time to change the shifts, let the day workers go and welcome the afternoon shift.
It was an around the clock operation and with the afternoon shift hard at their selected tasks he settled down to his dinner and greeted Mrs Root as she entered with another of her delectable meals steaming pleasantly upon his favourite plate.