You can’t help denying yourself from the maniacal laugh you felt coming up through your windpipes. Staring at the headlines of another newspaper, tears form in your eyes; that’s how funny you think of this. Another scientist has claimed that they have figured it out. You know that is is completely impossible, especially without your help. What would you even possibly gain from helping out them slums? Absolutely nothing. That’s why you know that their claims are nothing but false information, led to install false hope. For several years, you had been working on the perfect society. Your town of Beenington grew stronger with every passing day. It was no longer just a society, but a complete kingdom, that you were ready to control. Humans had long deplenished the resources that you had kept up with; bees. It had been several years since you built your bubble and brought in your first queen. They’ve surpassed everything you ever thought that they would be. Outside of your dome, there was none left. Humans fought to stay alive in the world that they had destroyed. Meanwhile, you had flourished, because you weren’t some selfish human like the rest of them. When bees first started declining, you got your act together really quickly. You encouraged others, but they never fought as you did. Soon, your society was in full bloom, and those you had previously cared about were now fighting to keep breathing. You told them what to do, laid out a blueprint. You couldn’t feel sorry for them. Your relationship with the bees was certainly something else. They loved you. You singlehandedly saved their entire species. They prayed to you. Do you know how hard it is to have bees pray to you? You’ve never had to think about it. Because they might have thought you were doing something wrong in the beginning, they soon realized that you were their savior. They treated you as such. Those few bees that refused to praise you on the level you deserved, often didn’t make it much longer. For it wasn’t something taken lightly. When the world finally asked for your help, that’s when the bigger plan would start to take control. You will be able to save the entire world, as soon as they ask, and your own God will see what you have done. You’ve restarted the earth. The only way that he could possibly thank you, is by giving you immortality. Your little piece of land flourishes, while the rest of the world diminishes. You can only imagine the praise, as they scream your name through the streets, just as soon as they are even healthy enough to walk the streets once again. Those on the outside, weren’t such a big concern to you. With their initial thoughts on your proposal to save the world, you didn’t care about them any longer. The only time you thought of them was when you imagined the cheers, the parades that they would throw in your honor. Those on the outside of your bubble didn’t matter to you like those bees. Those bees had never wronged you. The outside, that’s all they knew to do. It had crossed your mind in the beginning, after all the bees had died out, to give them maybe one or two. Back then, you felt for the world, still. The love of your life was still alive, living somewhere else. You didn’t really want to see everyone else plunder. The more that you thought about it, the longer time went on, the less you felt for them. Watching people pass by, but never stopping to check out the bees, did it for you. They ruined their own resources. They killed their people and their bee population. You were smart. You spent years and years building this world to the perfection that it is today. Bumps and bruises, but here you are. Alive, surrounded by bees, living the best life. You imagined how life would be when you were the ultimate ruler. Their silly queens nothing but a messenger. Soon, you’d be immortal, and all the bees in the entire galaxy would report back to you. You were already their god. Your access to the outside world wasn’t cut off. You went out and got the occasional paper, went grocery shopping for the last of what was on their shelf. You’d sell honey to the local junkies. No one ever believed them, it was temptation at it’s finest. Every evening you would walk the bubble of which you lived in. Passing small colonies in your huge society. It made you feel all giddy. You had given these bees the chance. The chance to continue living, with their life in so much danger somewhere else. The bees had given you something to look forward to. A reason to get out of bed. Of course, it wasn’t always like this. You were in love once. You had fun leaving the house, and living out a normal life. You weren’t always the recluse that you are right now. Things change very quickly. Especially when the end can be seen. You had episodes often, of thinking what it would be. You knew how the people outside had ruined it for themself, but why didn’t you help? Were you really that infatuated with power, that you were wanting people to die? Because that’s not right.