City of the Apiformes
a.k.a. Why I Shouldn’t Be Allowed To Dream
The bees had settled in to life in their new city with alarming ease. They flew in and out of buildings, occasionally flashing out of visibility and reappearing elsewhere; their ability to find shortcuts in the fourth dimension irritated and unnerved us, as it always had.
“This is not good.” he said, folding his furry grey arms over his rotund belly. “Not good at all.” I nodded in agreement. Two sentient species in the same ecosystem was never a good idea.
“Today they build a city. Tomorrow? What then? We’re fucked.” he continued, his nose twitching agitatedly.
“I think you’re being a little melodramatic.” I interjected, in an attempt to try and ease tension. “We still have the advantage of size. And we’ve got more technology than they do. We’ve been around for centuries, they’ve only just built their first city.”
“But look how fast they built it! It just sprung up out of fucking nowhere! We have no idea what they’re capable of.”
“You’re over-reacting. This isn’t our problem anyway. We’ll go to the council, and they’ll decide wha…”
I wake up.