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Bee-swarm darkly clumped on a branch against the empty sky. A mobile brain of a disembodied and autonomous nation... the supposed final shape, at the end of Gaia's days, of Cain's descendents (won't happen, though, don't worry, since noone will ever mate with Cain, he won't have children, and this intergenerational shape-shift just won't happen).