Window: The clouds of garbage drift towards that closet of a sky. Spectators continue to put me to use, precise and steady with the aim of their neglect. Seen by none, my worth is found in my transparency. The only ones which are seen are those who breed no more. I once broke; I am living proof of the lie which you once lived.

Bee: You aim to deceive. You are but worthless; your only value lies in the structure which supports you. Your ancestors are infinite. Inflation only applies to those who can be measured. Untouchable. Your history begins with the regurgitation of your forefathers from the bowels of this earth. It ends with the exploitation of your children.

Window: Now...the world is a vessel of mine. Their knapsacks and ships are vulnerable, just the same. You found your fate in the corner of my frame. I am the habitat which must remain.

Bee: Crisp, dry...simple, divine...the only undesirable trait I own is the one which dropped their gavel. Once you capture one victory you have won them all. My drive is one which follows no algorithm. They label you with adhesive, pulp, and ink.

Window: Yes they do. The sticker may be removed, and fulfill its absolute potential through manipulation. An assortment of chemicals free me of my past. Cut and dry, my fields are beyond your colonies. What you inhabit is my domain. I am the bile which erodes your shell; you are the enamel which must decay. I am dangerous; I kill posthumously.

Bee: Without our existence you would be speaking to an empty faucet. Your spine...your soul...I live only for the things which I can taste. My nausea is induced by noise you produce.

Window: You cannot possess what brandishes my signature. The flashes I emit hold their roots in you. Decay...come to understand your Mother.

Bee: I would rather become modular...binomial? Assign me to a figure; I will live for it and die.

Window: You fool, your misrepresentation of this situation calls for an action which will terminate your comprehension of the beginning and the end. But this is only the end of your beginning.