As for the
incredible thing which Van Emmon had seen on the ground; that living
statue; that head without a body--the body had been buried out of
sight beneath the soil; and the man had been an ordinary human,
being punished in this manner for misconduct.
Instead of being aircraft built in imitation of insects, the
machines had been constructed by nature herself, and there had been
nothing unusual in their size. No; they were the real thing,
differing only slightly from what might have been found anywhere
upon the earth.
In short, it had all been simply a matter of view-point. The supreme
creature of Sanus was, not the human, but the bee. A poisonous bee,
superior to every other form of Sanusian life! What was more--
"The damned things are not only supreme; THE HUMANS ARE THEIR
SLAVES!"
VI
Impossible, But--
The four looked at each other blankly. Not that either was at a loss
for words; each was ready to burst. But the thing was so utterly
beyond their wildest conceptions, so tremendously different in every
way, it left them all a little unwilling to commit themselves.
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