This was true, humans were born very frail things and took, by comparison, ages to get to where a wraith youngling was at the same age. And yet, wraith had depended on this fragile species for eons.

The hive was home, school, work, and play all rolled into one, most youngsters not even touching dirt until well into their fifties when they've found a field of work that they excelled in.

They reached the kitchens, which had indeed gotten the full make-over. Two refrigerators, one marked "goods" the other "leftovers". A larger island, two stove-tops, four ovens, pots and pans hung from the ceiling over the island. A variety of small appliances were likely tucked away in the numerous cabinets. It was like walking into a fully loaded gourmet kitchen. The pantry too had doubled in size.