Recently, as of time being a construct and the confusion of the Lunar calendar, there has been a discovery or rather, re-discovery, of a gigantic bee thought to be gone for good.
As though the scientists forgot they called her “Bulldog”.
As though they have forgotten the six million of us, and two million of other “justified” or “worthy” bulldogs being wiped from the Earth.
So, we built shelter around us, just as this gigantic Queen was found where spiders native to her land were. She assimilated because she had to.
We assimilated because we had to, and thus, we are alive, but at what cost in hiding who we are?
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