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Bombus
A missed Middle C
This one is strange!
Her friend was doubtful. It looked like every other flower seen in the archive.
Its Calling Quotient is out of this world!
Their visual spectrums logged curves, and something called a VASE GAP. It had encoded instructions for vertical ape handling.
“Maybe put that one down,” the friend said. “Let the syntaxical receptors handle that one. That’s what they exist for.”
Over here!
Another irregularity.
A new flower.
This one had a valet service. Above the valet landing strip were hovering terpenoid plumes that morphed into arrows. Then they formed the word ‘Gratis,’ which required an impressive amount of coordination and energy expenditure. They even got the serifs down on the letters.
Bombi got a free pass anyway, which somewhat took the fun from the experience.
Too needy.
Floral vectors weren’t usually this crazed for action. This one was overclocking. Forestalling a bankruptcy.
Hey, wait a minute!
A different coded message emerged. ‘Already Harvested’ then a faint ‘?’ after.
