The Silent Hives

Like all important events, it started off with something imperceptibly small.

Like the glance or kind word, that turns friendship into love. Or the slight shift in the breeze before a raging storm.

The end of the world was heralded by a bumblebee on Old Bond Street.

I spotted it as I was walking home from work one balmy June evening. It was just lying there on the pavement, unmoving. Not an unusual sight, circle of life and all that, bees die, and you often find them, lying on the ground, still and silent. But not usually at this time of year. Not when they should be in their prime.

And it wasn’t the first I had seen this year. Walking to and from work, I must have seen dozens and dozens in the preceding weeks. How many streets around the country, how many fields and gardens harboured lifeless bees?

It struck me that I had noticed fewer and fewer bees this year. I had good cause to notice. A dreadful phobia of bees, coupled with an allergic reaction to stings left me acutely aware of bees of all species.

Soon we became aware of the initials. CCD. Colony Collapse Disorder. In the United States alone it was estimated that as many as three-quarters of all hives had vanished, simply disappeared, almost overnight. And that was just the domesticated colonies. What of the wild bee populations? There were no statistics.

But reports of swarms were down. Even the slow creep northwards of the Africanised honey bee, the dreaded “killer bee”, defied all predictions by spontaneously reversing.

Then reports of CCD began to appear in the South of England. Within weeks only Scotland seemed unaffected by the problem, and by the time Defra began to address the issue, colonies were disappearing the length and breadth of the UK.

Reports came in from Europe, Africa, spreading east. And yet, nobody seemed overly concerned, other than beekeepers. Initially it was reported as just another “and finally” story. Then the Einstein quote started to appear. Supposedly, Einstein had once said that if bees disappeared, then the human race would follow in four or five years. No-one is sure if he ever actually said it, but we certainly believe the truth of it now.

The obvious impact was on honey. The price simply rocketed as supplies began to get scarce. What was once a common product became an expensive commodity. I still remember the day that an ounce of honey became more expensive than an ounce of platinum. That same day my mother found a few old unopened jars of honey in the back of the cupboard, and it was as if she had won the lottery.

But then other effects began to be felt. The price of flowers began to creep up, slowly at first, but then florists and garden centres began to run out, and the prices went sky high. A dozen red roses showed you truly loved someone then, or at least could afford to splash the cash. Without the bees, gardeners were struggling to pollinate flowers by hand. It was a long and difficult process, and failure rates were high.

After the flowers, fruit and crops were hit badly. Panic began to set in when we began to see just how many foods we were used to, relied on pollination by insects. And as they dwindled, people snapped them up as and when they could. What might have been preserved to help rebuild the reduced crops was instead consumed. After the direct effects came the indirect effects. Other species that relied on these items for food began to die of starvation. Insect species that, like the bees, pollinated the plants began to die off, as there was less food to go around. And less insects meant less pollination, which meant fewer and fewer flowers, fruits, plants as the seasons went on. A reduction in one population led to the reduction in another, and the knock on effects just went up the food chain, and before we knew it we were facing a global famine.

With that realisation, there were riots. I’m not talking a few hundred people erecting barricades and throwing bricks. Millions of people. All over the world. Insurrection on a global scale. Governments fell, and wars arose over the dwindling stocks of food we had left. Stronger countries invaded the weaker, raided their food supplies and tried to use their land to provide enough sustenance to keep going, from day to day.

It’s funny. I was a pacifist once. I marched against the war in Iraq. And now look at me. A captain. A regiment to command. And the blood of countless innocent people on my hands. People whose only sin was to be in the way. Because we only follow three rules now. If you don’t fight, you don’t eat. Look after your own. Kill the rest.

We thought the Yanks were crazy a few years back, when they shut their borders, but now it seems like they had the right idea. They moved their population to the coasts, and to the borders of Canada and Mexico. Millions of people, ready to defend the US from invasion. And the rest of the country they turned over to pasture, to try to raise crops and cattle to keep themselves fed. Sure, we all heard the rumours of what the government did, things that we only speak of in hushed tones. But was it any worse than what we are doing now? Their population is stable now. With only 3 million left, they can produce enough food to keep going.

And of course, no-one would dare invade them, not after President Turner’s Suicide Proclamation. In the event of invasion of US soil, he informed the world, in the last public message from America, then the United States would unleash its entire nuclear arsenal. Not against the invading force. But against itself. Turner understood that this war would be about surviving. It would be about taking land and using it for food. And what use would land be that was poisoned for generations to come? So we steer clear of the United States now. The new Eden, they call it. And so the US is secure.

The rest of us? We fight. We kill. We conquer. It’s been five years since I saw that bee, lying on the ground. And tomorrow morning I lead my men into a surprise attack on Sydney. Australia is our ally for fuck’s sake, and we’re about to attack them. It’s wrong, but we have no choice. I’ll feel guilty as hell tomorrow, when it’s all over, if I survive. Just like I felt after Tokyo. But there are no friends in this world anymore. There’s only food. If you don’t fight, you don’t eat. And if you don’t eat, you don’t survive.

And we all want to survive.

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