For her Majesty the Queen. Part Two, Were Evolution fits in.

Assuming our lives end tomorrow,the Earth kicks us out of her apartment, and begins to rebuild without our burden how will these cutter bees adapt. Over a few thousand years the bees grow, their brains evolve as they become upright, two legs, two arms, learning to build with tools and fight without the fatal blow of their sting. Eventually the bee becomes a humanoid insect, about four feet in hight. Amongst a hive their is still only one Queen, one female to mate with only the strongest and most hansom of her subjects. Time and the need of survival has given the hive plenty of females, in the beginning these females were killed at birth until a new Queen was needed, but time and the trend of following a lifestyle of the ancients demanded that such barbarous traditions be re evaluated. Living apart from each other the only female who enters a males half of the hive is made Queen, every Queen can recall the bees entire past, a web mind of information is past down through the orb to each Queen in the form of images and sounds. The most primitive being the days of enslavement, the dark times filed with smoke and confusion before the reckoning of the ancients. Some say it was this recollection of the memories of a race that drove Queen Elizzzabeth to madness. Others believe it was the betrayal of her mates and the plague called revolution. In any case, the evolution of the bee has brought them to a place of the ancient Romans of our past, striving to live like the Greeks while grasping to be out of the fatal hold of diseased and maddened rulers.