For her Majesty the Queen. Part One, understanding the bee

Pretend for the moment or at least the length of this story that the our existence has ended, societies gone, human kind has eradicated itself like a mould drying in the sun after the cool rock it was hiding under is upturned by the tide. For hundreds of years the earth has mended itself, creating new mountain peaks from the cement and rebar foundation of Mans plague. While your imagination is grinding its rusty gears lets place a creature at the top of the food chain. No not a lion escaped from the zoo or the chimpanzee that’s just mundane, boring unoriginal poppy cock. Instead Imagine the bee and it's infamous yellow and black jacket. The bee is distinguished by it's amazing ability to baffle theoretical physicists, and somehow associated with birds though it's not quite clear since the fall of man, besides during the avian war bees eradicated the last feather flying meat sack and further strengthened there hold on the sky's. A society amongst themselves efficient and never changing, un harmed by a human need for morality. Now that our issue with the bee is taken care of lets narrow it down to a single hive, the colony of the Cutter clan who's ancestors were once slaves to human masters. A kingdom, prosperous in its own right this hive thrived in its early years the hives Queens were majestic, magnificent leaders who ruled over their domain with cruel justice and benign wisdom. As the wheel turns all things end and unfortunately it was with the maddened Queen Elizzzabeth, who upon her death bed destroyed the orb that summoned a new Queen to the thrown and dooming her people to individualism. Quite frankly it turned into an unorganized mess without any real solutions, guilds were formed social classes decided by the official board of social separation, and what once was a community at whole turned into a capitalist cluster fuck known by the ancient human race as "democracy."