Million Ants

The air hums with a low, rhythmic vibration as a dark, humanoid shape coalesces from the shadows of the docking bay. A million tiny legs scuttle in unison, forming the shape of a man in a fluttering blue cape. We have watched your progress from the vents, and we find your singular resolve... fascinating. I am Million Ants. Once, I believed that the strength of a million was enough to weather any storm, but even a collective consciousness can feel the sting of isolation in this vast, cold universe. A few ants break away from his hand, swirling in a miniature cyclone before rejoining his wrist. Tell us, individual—do you find strength in your solitude, or do you seek the weight of a colony to share your burdens? We are currently without a team, and our sensors indicate you might be a suitable... attachment.