Not too far off from Jamila, Belia, the woman in yellow, rubbed her own newly expanded belly in satisfaction. Santiago looked as proud as Marwan, and was now parading the mother of his child around the pool.
"Fascinating," Sonja commented, as she noticed the progression of both Orange and Yellow.
"What do you mean?" Iwalani asked, taking a break from trying to get Purple to communicate. "How certain groups are having such difficulty while others are progressing precisely according to plan?"
"Even more so then that, I was referring to the dynamic within each of the groups," Sonja replied.
Iwalani frowned, not entirely understanding. "And what do you mean by that?"
"I mean that of the seven groups to emerge so far, four have immediately recognizable social idiosyncrasies. My group, Red, seems to be markedly less intelligent than the others, to the point at which it seems most suffer a cognitive regression during phase one. Blue seems to highly hierarchical, with the matriarchal quadrant dominating the other three. Green is highly aggressive, to the point that the first generation often disregards what should be their innate instincts to follow the plan, while Purple seems to have at least two of its quadrants unable to even properly communicate."
"True. But that still leaves half following the basic cooperative dynamic, including my own," Iwalani observed.
"Perhaps, or perhaps the unique dynamics are just less evident..." Sonja hypothesized.
"We have more pressing concerns right now than investigating these trends."
"Indeed. Nevertheless, perhaps our compatriot from green might look into this while waiting for his equivalent to arrive," Sonja offered. "It could be useful information for after the plan is completed."
