Buzz crawled into his hexagon and set about covering his tracks. Video
records would have to be altered, blood washed from his stinger, an
alibi wooed. Jann would do.

Donn went crazy, climbing outside the honeycomb shouting "all are NOT
one!" To preserve the hive, to keep it flying above the surface humans
had scorched years ago, all had to be one. There could be no dissent,
not even to murder a dissenter.

The memory of Donn's silent, terrified fall after being impaled
provided the joy Buzz needed to help carry the hive today and search
for high-flying pollen tonight.