Burgeoning Bloodlust [work] (2027)

It began with the bees. Not real bees—those had been extinct for two hundred years—but the robotic pollinators that kept Arcadia’s vast vertical gardens alive. They started swarming. Not aggressively, but deliberately , forming jagged patterns in the air: teeth, claws, spears. Children pointed and laughed. The Elders ran diagnostics. No malfunction found.

The robotic bees stopped swarming. They returned to their gentle, solitary work. burgeoning bloodlust

“You don’t tame a river by damming it. You build a channel. Let it sing.” It began with the bees

Then the dreams came. Citizens who had never dreamed of anything more violent than a spilled drink began waking gasping, hands clenched into fists. They dreamed of bone breaking under their knuckles. Of hot blood on cold stone. Of a nameless, rapturous crack . Not aggressively, but deliberately , forming jagged patterns