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was an accident, you might say. But from our perspective, it was not at all an accident. As we kept

stinging her, we heard her say out loud to the forest

“Well, this would be a good day to die.”

That is the very moment we knew to stop, satisfied with her response. We left her to her own

conclusions. Those of us who hadn't died stinging flew down under our ground with the day’s collection.

We knew that our dosage had been precise and correct. We thought she’d be back, working for us. We

were right. We can see through time because of the structure of our eyes. We see behind and ahead, all

at once. And we know humans don’t yet have that capacity.

When we all sting down into her, she is not afraid. She walks slowly and deliberately as if she has been

waiting for us, almost offering to receive us. She gets as far as the edge of the woods and lies down in

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