[ WP ] Humanity is , for whatever reason , wiped out within the next 100 years . Write about an average day for an archeologist from the next sentient species to arise .

Edit: In hindsight... This needs a title. 
 
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 `` Klikdic finded sweets **EHHHHRRRR**! Does it digging it dirtsnack, find sweetmeats **EHR -- -HURRRR** sweetmeats!'' Kilkdic chittered hir mandibles at a pile of rubble and mud just a few pupa antennae away. `` Eggs **HURRR-EHHHHHH** feeded full up.'' 
 
 A scout drone turned around to boom-squish loudly with its enormous ass canon. Only the scout drones had them. That single boom-squish encoded all the information about the story, so that the next scout drone more than a hundred miles away could hear and repeat it. All the queens in the world would hear of this find. 
 
 `` Nickle Klikdic, copper Klicdic, and **EHHHHHR** steel Klicdic and it snacks and it eat them bones and it **EEEEEEEEH** eat them bones **HEEEECH**.'' The scout drone dutifully repeated the message in that boom-squish language only they and queens could speak. 
 
 Klikdic paused to clean hir abdosnatch of hair that clung to the sticky bits while digging around the bones. Hair was always a problem when dealing with the bones; such a strange and disturbing thing that the ancient creatures must have grown from their shells. So tiny, light, and flexible. Just the odor of it was enough to make hir shudder in disgust, and even the birdsquish did n't bother Klikdic. What grotesque beings the bone-makers must have been! 
 
 But it was worth it, and not only for the bones. Every new site meant more resources for the queens' lovely hives. Klikdic, as a ranked worker, was responsible for seven hundred eggs. Most workers could feed two hundred, maybe three, but hir antennae were the largest and shiniest of hir entire brood. Come to think of it, maybe that's why Klikdic was so sensitive to the hair. 
 
 No matter. Hir sense for discovering new sites was unmatched, and besides, the bones and sweetmeats! Oh, the bones and sweetmeats! A shelltaste unlike any other in the world awaited the studious worker who found a new site. The ancient nasty hair creatures redeemed themselves by leaving those behind, and hir tastepores glistened at the thought of it. 
 
 `` **SLUUUUR-HEPP** Weapons-like, it thinks. Stickstabs. Powderbooms. **HREEEEE! ** Dead it water.'' Klikdic waved an antenna so that the scout drone would wait before sending the message along. Scout drones were n't the smartest in the brood. They had to be reminded about details that all broods were taught over and over while young. `` WATCHES! **HURK! ** It watches it. It watches it!'' The scout drone paid close attention as Klikdic drew the outline of an automobile in the dust, with a line indicating the gas tank. `` Dead it. **HRACK-ECH** Water. **HREEEEEE! ** Big dead waters, it.'' 
 
 The scout drone clicked and lightly hissed through its ass cannon at a sudden understanding. Just a few drops of dead water could kill a warrior drone in seconds, and they were roughly a hundred times the mass of scout drones. `` **EHHHHHHR**!'' Klikdic pointed one antenna at the sky, and the scout drone understood. With a splort and hiss first ( as a snide comment scout drones were notorious for ), it lifted its ass canon and signaled louder than ever. At least it knew the importance of this find. 
 
 Dead water powered the queen's ships. It's what let them travel the rocks in the sky. Tiny queen larvae, lighter at that stage of life than even the disgusting site hair, were carried from the Earth to the stars aboard the dead water ships. Sometimes they came back, in bigger ships full of sweatmeats and bones workers had never seen. Sometimes, the sweetmeats were covered in hardplates like the lizardsquish, and sometimes they had hair on their shells like the ancient bonemakers. Sometimes, they did n't look like anything at all, but they were always a goodies for the tastepores. Those sweetmeats moved and made noises too! On the Earth, only broods, birdsquish, and lizardsquish did that. 
 
 While the scout drone rambled on and on with its boom-splorts and splat-bangs, Klikdic wandered in circles anxiously. Here, hir had what may have been the largest reserve of dead water ever found. There would be so many sites now on so many worlds. So many new eggs. `` **HREE-EHHH HREE-EHH! **'' Klikdic proclaimed triumphantly through hir air holes, hir feeler tips dragging the dust and legs making a rhythmic click-click-tap with each turn in the circle. Finally, the scout drone's message was complete. 
 
 The story told, Klikdic burbled contentedly, spread hir shell, ate the scout drone, and nestled into the dirt and debris for a lovely after-work nap. 
 
 Of course, that was very long ago before we, sadly, finished off that cuddly little race of superbugs. It's cute how they kept records so well. What do you think, class? You have to decide soon when and where you will migrate to at your graduation. As you set up the gate to go back, will you choose to explore places before we were there like all the others, or will you be the brave ones to go meet the bonemakers? We already know how that ends. No need to be scared. It was a simple matter to breed them out.
