The Art Of Mimicry

The art of mimicry

Foreword

Bees have a cruelly drastic hierarchy. Of the females, one larvae receives a special jelly, called royal jelly to raise a new queen bee. When she hatches, she shall fight the current queen to the death in hopes of usurping her.

The other females are fed workers jelly, bringing them up to complete about every other task in the hive other than bearing the larvae. From sustaining the hive's temperature to construction and defense from outside evils, the worker bees are tools of the hive up until their death.

Perhaps the most tragic of this system is the fate of the male bees, the drones. They have no purpose to their souls other than to mate. Pheromones from the queen bee insures that all other females of the hive will be infertile, leaving the male bees at her mercy. Before the winter, the queen will take a virgin flight, only once in her lifetime, to mate with the drones, a process which kills each of her successful suitors. Those who she doesn't mate are ostracized from the hive anyway, now seen as useless. Cut off from their home and lacking the resources to provide for themselves, the drones will either freeze or starve to death. For them, there is no place in this archaic structure. They are an expendable resource, nothing but sperm banks.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter one: Lucky Body

There is an odd coldness in Genai's room. One of many identical repeating white cells of bedrooms repeating one after the other, each door dark like forgotten cavities in rotten teeth. The pattern is endless, timelessly, a never-ending present. It will not change, it never has. Only the faces, their names are never learned. It is impolite- improper to ask ones senior his title. They disappear without a sound to remember them by, vacating purgatory almost as soon as they arrive. In the day, there is short bustle as the matured leave to attend their queen, the young hatchlings, such as Genai, are left to themselves, left to learn their future roles, their place within Pandemonium's gracious system. "You are lucky", his mentors announce to boys every morning, "You are fertile! You are useful! Your queen protects you!"

They lie.

Genai reminds himself of this lie, remembering the image of the young soldiers- future pursuers- beginning their warm ups outside the facility, barely visible from his window. They are lucky. He will live his life at the mercy of Pandemonium, fighting for her fertile flesh with the other boys. He will not be himself, he is warned, the queen will alter him to her purposes. He is no one in the grand scheme, only a body.

The soldiers, infertile, but able bodied, are allowed to live for themselves. Male or female, it makes no difference. They exchange their names and titles with casualty, they form bonds and cliques. They will spend their adolescence developing their bodies into weapons. Once they mature, they will choose their way, be tuned and afforded the chance to move through the hierarchy, maybe even, the chance to leave.

The artificial night has slowly begun to lighten, a solid bar of grey creeping across the floor, slowly melting into gold. Within his unit, Genai relishes the last few seconds of solace. Once the light turns white, his day will be filled only with the background drone of his mentors voices and envious observation of the soldiers through a glass pane.

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