Honey
The "roof" of Lisa's house was a grassy knoll. Rose sat beside it, leaning against the sloped surface toying with a blade of grass, twisting it between her fingers and putting stress onto it, each fiber tearing as she exerted strength until it snapped altogether. Her mind felt clearer with more sleep, even if hunger cut a twisting edge through her guts, working its way up through her throat.
"She could have killed us when she found us," her ghost said.
Rose didn't look at her ghost, flicking the piece of grass away and plucking another. "How long was I out?"
"Days," her ghost said. "I was out too, for much of it. I was drained. I could barely even move. If you'd died, I'm not sure I could have rezzed you. She took us here, you were feverish, kept burning up, and I gave her necessary information."
"You sounded like fast friends, from what she said. Had you looking at mites?" Rose asked.
"She keeps an apiary of genetically modified bees. Wanted to talk to you about them," her ghost said. "She sounded lonely. Or was just eager to talk. Hard to tell, but she had no end of questions."
"About?" Rose asked, braiding two blades of grass together and pulling until it snapped as well.
"I kept information about you to a minimum," her ghost said. "She respected it, but wanted to know about the City."
"What did you tell her?" Rose asked.
"I showed her recordings. If she wants to leave, she'll have to do it soon," her ghost said. "But..."
Rose didn't engage, looking up at her ghost.
"You're no fun," her ghost said. "She said she bears us no enmity."
"What else did you find out?" Rose asked.
"She's very particular with the wording she uses," her ghost said. "But makes no objections, and engages in no wordplay or weasel words regarding our safety and assistance."
"Do you think she's lying?" Rose asked. "Or do you think she's being very careful to avoid lying?"
"From what I've seen, my conclusion is she's avoiding lies. Any deception is by omission," her ghost said. "This along with prior interaction while we were at our weakest implies we are safe while here, and she will take no action against us now or later."
"She's had every opportunity to kill us," Rose said. "Why save us?"
"If she turned us in, it's unlikely she would have been rewarded," her ghost mused. "Or perhaps she values what we can offer now or in the future. Favors to trade?"
"I don't get any feeling of the latter," Rose said, brushing off her green-stained hands. "The former seems more likely. I'll ask."
Her ghost bobbed a nod in response.
It was a mixture of preserved items and pristine. Toast with honey, smeared with rendered animal fats. Oatmeal. Fresh peaches. Dried fruits, nuts, and meat. Lisa placed each item onto a plate and put it before Rose, providing another mug of tea.
"Eat slowly," Lisa advised. "Take your time."
"Thank you," Rose said. She ate. The richness of the food was overpowering. She opted for the oatmeal, taking slow bites and chewing before swallowing. "Why do this?" she asked. "Are you hoping for me to return the favor someday?"
Lisa laughed, lacing her fingers and resting her cheek on the entwined fingers. "No. I have ulterior motives, but they don't involve you."
"Do you know the man or the Devils who took over the City?" Rose asked.
"Not personally. Let's trade questions," Lisa said, curling one hand into a fist, to continue resting her head upon, taking her other hand and pressing it over her heart. "I pledge not to use this against you. What do you plan to do once you leave?"
"I want to take back the City," Rose said. Her brow furrowed, and she turned her tea mug in circles, watching the steam rise from it. "I'd need people. Weapons enough to fight them back. It couldn't be a protracted conflict."
"Fast and brutal assassination," Lisa said. "But how would you get close? I'm sorry. Your question."
"What do you get out of helping us?" Rose asked.
"A great deal," Lisa said. "Even if I gained very little, from what your ghost has shown me, it's in my best interest to help, and point you in the right direction. How would you get close?"
"I don't know," Rose said. "Sorry. It's possible I could find someone to usurp their Kell. Or to ally with other Eliksni houses. By turning them against one another, but the amount of resources I would need to introduce any form of uncertainty-" she trailed off, thinking it through. "Why are you interested?"
"I'm a voyeur," Lisa said. "I wouldn't mind watching what you do and how you think it through. You're fighting against your own Light, as well as the entire world of tyrants. On one hand, underdogs are rooted for, the redemption story, the slow climb to victory. But how do you execute this steep climb? It's a sheer cliff. That's not my question."
"What is your question?" Rose asked. She'd finished the oatmeal, and started in on the peach. It was overripe, messily dribbling as she bit into it. But it wasn't oversweet, and she finished it in short order.
"I'd like to show you something and get your opinion, after you're done," Lisa said.
"That wasn't a question," Rose said.
"I'll wait for you outside," Lisa said, a smile spreading across her face. "Take your time."
"Coltsfoot," Lisa said, bending to show Rose a flower. It was distressingly yellow. "It's an invasive species, introduced long ago." She straightened and continued forward, keeping her pace slow enough for Rose to keep up.
"Why was it introduced?" Rose asked.
"Medicinal properties," Lisa said. "Poisonous if prepared incorrectly, and can cause tumors. But it spread far enough under the preconception of being helpful."
"Is that what you're hoping to do?" Rose asked.
Lisa laughed. "No. Good one. No, there are other plants and flowers in the area, and these are accessible for the bees I'm taking you to see. Doesn't cause cancer in them."
"An apiary," Rose said.
"Did your ghost tell you about it?" Lisa asked.
"Something about genetically modified bees," Rose said.
"Yes," Lisa said. She bent down again. "This is white clover. Do you want to know about it as well?"
Rose shrugged.
"Where's your sense of wonder?" Lisa asked, letting out a melodramatic sigh. "It's right over here."
The apiary wasn't anything large or ostentatious. A small series of boxes.The bees themselves were the same kind Rose had seen in her room. The buzz they made was almost pleasant.
"My question is this: What were these bees intended for?" Lisa asked.
"Is this intended as a lesson of some kind?" Rose asked.
"No," Lisa said. "That comes from discussing the bees themselves. Both hymenoptera and other eusocial species. I want your opinion because this specific debate is one open to interpretation. These bees were engineered centuries ago. They were made with a specific purpose in mind, but the product resulting was applicable to several scenarios."
"More lazy archaeology?" Rose asked.
"Exactly," Lisa said, reaching over to one of the bees and picking it up. It didn't resist, and didn't sting her. "But let's call it more of a discussion."
Rose kept quiet, but gestured for Lisa to continue speaking.
Lisa allowed the bee to crawl up onto the back of her hand, stepping closer to Rose and showing her the bee. "The public perception of bees is of a hive."
"And this isn't true," Rose said. "The majority of bees don't participate in a hive." She dutifully leaned forward, examining the bee. It seemed to have little to no fear of the contact. After a few more seconds, it flew off.
"Correct," Lisa said, "very good. They have extremely good publicity. Many are solitary."
"There were mason bees in a town I visited," Rose said. "No honey, but they pollinated."
"A perfect example, although particularly vulnerable to brood parasites," Lisa said. "But these bees are eusocial. They have distinct altruistic traits, encouraged by their evolution, and further modified by Golden Age scientists. They produce honey. Many bees don't have very effective stingers, and these have had them removed entirely. They do not continue to feed royal jelly in a large enough quantity to produce additional queens, alongside other constraints meant to cause a particular type of sterility despite the queen's lifespan being enhanced. They do not stray far from their hive, unlike honeybees. With all these factors in mind, what do you believe their purpose was?"
"Why the fixation with bees?" Rose asked.
"They're a microcosm of caste systems alongside an examination of what evolution incentivizes," Lisa said. "The evolution of prosocial behaviors and altruism through coin flips across billions of years coming up heads. By other options being less viable, until they were more viable."
"You're making comparisons to Warlords," Rose said.
"Did I say that?" Lisa asked.
"You're putting out an example of a colony," Rose said. "One incapable of defending itself from real outside intrusion. Survival of the fittest versus cooperation."
"There's an excellent discussion topic," Lisa said. "Was it survival of the fittest when these bees were altered to favor a more altruistic bent? Or was it further cooperation? It certainly wasn't evolution. All the coin flips were thrown out a window. They are now completely reliant upon outside assistance to continue their existence, no longer possessing the ability to continue their lineage. They have ceded their right to exist."
"Iron Lords and the Lightless?" Rose asked. "Or is this still about Warlords?" She stepped toward the hive, extending a hand. Insects alighted on her arm, and were just as easily shaken off. "Or just the Risen. Humanity wouldn't have survived without the Risen. The Eliksni houses were intent on wiping us out, or at best apathetic to our plight, having gone elsewhere. But now humanity is trapped with the Warlords who want to break and utilize what's left. There's no choice available to them. If the workers of this hive left, the queen would die. She wouldn't be capable of surviving for long."
"True," Lisa said. "These bees are a much happier, kinder example, making it all the more tragic. Through the unification of your Warlords and these Devils, they have done what they were incapable of alone. Cooperation isn't necessarily a positive connotation."
"The Warlords held little regard for the Devils," Rose murmured. "Beyond their use as shock troops, technology, and munitions. I saw them kick bodies aside, laugh at their dying comrades." She stepped around the hive. "What was your assumption with these bees?"
"There are multiple possible answers," Lisa said. "I'll let you know my thoughts when you touch on one, because I don't want to poison the well."
"A space project," Rose said. "A hive with a short range, with long-lived brood and an inability to breed while being docile. Some form of colony ship, meant to head to other worlds or stars. A new brood escaping into vents or other areas could be catastrophic."
"Like an autoimmune disease for the ship," Lisa said. "Or maybe an allergic reaction. A good guess. Such an inhibition on brood development would also aid in controlling changes to biology based on low or zero gravity, or help in the case of unexpected changes. This many bees would entail a large ship, potentially with an open area to traverse. Limited gravity would likely be necessary. Solitary bees would be more efficient pollinators, and traverse zero gravity better. If these bees were used, it would be better as an attraction. You could go and see bees, living animals, with no risk. Maybe a park, or an open orchard."
"Sounds idyllic," Rose said. "I answered your question. Why are you doing this?"
"I like finding answers," Lisa said, walking toward Rose. "I enjoy seeing the desire, the thought process behind each decision. The bees are a convenient vehicle to step back and examine, a mental puzzle. Why were they made? Who chose to make them in this manner, because they were artificially created, with an intent, not in the same way nature clumsily and shoddily put humans together. Why do you struggle, and what is the intent behind it?"
Rose's gun snapped into her hand. She didn't aim it at Lisa, but kept it at the ready.
"Your man with the mask seems convinced he is correct," Lisa said, taking another step closer to Rose. "You are just as convinced he is wrong, and this is because of what reasoning? Just because he took it by force?"
Rose lowered her gun, then shook her head. "Why should I talk about this with you?"
"No reason," Lisa said. "You don't need to justify yourself."
"Justify?" Rose took a slow breath through her teeth, stepping back, away from the hive. "He, and others like him, caused untold deaths. He killed defenders of the City, he murdered my friends."
"Then why weren't you strong enough to prevent it? You want control, and
to control, but you don't want to be
in control. Why? You have an aversion to it. You don't want to be the cause of something," Lisa said. "You want to stop others from taking advantage, you want to be a force of judgment, and also judge yourself absurdly harshly."
Rose's free hand curled into a fist. "I think you should stop talking."
"Or what, you'll burn me?" Lisa asked, an impish smile on her face, before her expression went back to deadly serious. "You don't like bullies. You want everyone cooperating, but you don't want power going to the wrong people."
"It can't," Rose said.
"And there, that right there," Lisa said, taking another step forward, and poking at Rose's face. "That's the face of someone who's all tied up in their own Gordion knot, convinced she's the only one who can solve it."
"Are you going to solve me?" Rose said, keeping her tone deadpan.
"No," Lisa said. "I'm just provoking you to see the root of the problem. To peel back your desires and wants."
Rose caught Lisa's hand by the wrist, twisting it to the side. She paused, looking Lisa's face over. "I've asked you again and again why you're doing this. You keep acting beneficent, then prod me. You attack me, try to provoke me. But you're also pushing me away. Why?"
Lisa's lips pulled back into a smile more akin to exposing her teeth. "I care about you in some capacity. You're interesting to unravel, and I could make a hobby out of you. But I'm not as interested in helping you as what helping you provides me."
"What does it provide you?"
"The first part is nothing you'd be interested in," Lisa said. "The second comes back to the bees."
"You can't be serious," Rose hissed.
"Everything is a test," Lisa said. "The ability to survive is paramount unless you don't need to survive to perpetuate your mark on existence. You getting upset without bursting into flame is a good sign. You're improving physically speaking, but it's worrying your anger and Light were so closely connected. It not only indicates it might happen again, but also a reinforcing of such a link. I would guess it's not only happened before, but repeatedly. Anger is better than sinking into grief for continuing on, but it's like adrenaline. The eventual burnout is much worse. I'm sorry."
Rose let Lisa's wrist go, and Lisa stepped backward, giving Rose a small, more genuine smile.
"Talk to your ghost," Lisa said. "Discuss your options. What you need to do in order to give yourselves the best chance of success. Then we'll talk again, and no matter the results of our discussion, I'll give you the information you desire. No strings attached."
Rose didn't know how to feel. In a way, she missed combat, where answers were easy and based on moment to moment decisions of life and death. But here, she felt lost. Lost in a way she hadn't in a long time, if ever. There were feelings of cloudy warmth, wrapped in familiar frustration. Conviction with sudden doubts. Contradiction after contradiction, with no way to navigate. She pressed her face into her hands, feeling the cold steel of the side of her gun against her face. "Ghost?" she said.
"I'm here," her ghost said.