It all starts with something... magnificent. A flower. Just a flower. Then a honeybee. Very fragile. Very complicated. The bee gathers pollen and deposits it in another flower's stigma. It's like sex but cleaner. And nobody gets hurt.
Bugonia (2025) · 23 quotes
Everybody denies it at first. And then they confess.
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9 quotesWelcome to the headquarters of the human resistance. Despite our general suspicion and disavowal of all extant governing bodies, and despite the fact that you, as an Andromedan, are not subject to the human rights guidelines detailed in the Geneva Conventions, we nevertheless endeavour to adhere to those guidelines out of the humanist principles to which they aspire.
I know who you are. I know what you are.
We're just leveling the playing field. It's not torture. Torture is what it's done to us.
That's for Don, you **** virus.
Because I know exactly what you're going to say. You're going to say that I'm in some kind of Internet-induced autohypnotic feedback loop, and-and gatekeepers, and-and norms, and all that weak hegemonic horseshit. But that is precisely the limp-dick rhetoric that you've been instructed to counter the human insurgency with. That's the **** hyper-normalized dialectic by which you've convinced seven and half billion people that they're not your captives. To keep us believing in these **** false institutional, **** 'shy-boleths'.
A degree from a university? From a credentialist scam for laundering privilege? Amazing.
99.9% of what's called activism is really personal exhibitionism and brand maintenance in disguise.
I want you to know... this is really difficult for me as well. You killed my family, you killed my community, you killed my co-workers and you killed the bees. So given that, you should really appreciate how professional I'm being by not gutting you.
Scenes with Teddy Gatz
6 scenesHow can you tell them apart?
Well, you have to know where to look. There are signs.
What about these people?
No, no, they're fine. I mean, they're not fine-fine, but hollowed. You know, like the rest of us. Harmless. Hopeless. And that's the way they planned it. To make us the same as the bees. A dead colony, atomised in a trillion directions with no way home again.
Where's my hair?
Your hair has been destroyed.
You shaved off my hair?
Yes, we've shaved off your hair.
Why have you shaved off my hair?
To prevent you from contacting your ship.
My ship?
Your ship.
What ship?
Your mothership.
You're a credit to your species, Teddy, truly.
Well, I'm just... trying to help.
Lies.
Truth. What's the difference?
Look, Teddy, um, I know it was a long time ago, what I did to you, man...
It's fine.
No, it wasn't fine. It was wrong, but I promise you it's not because I liked it. It was just, you know, probably some weird power thing. I was-I was young and lost, and I promise you, dude, I never, ever did that to anybody else.
Just forget it. It's done. Seriously.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
About bees? Uh... Complex society. Work ethic. They do their duty, they build their worlds without complaint or piety or self-obsession.
Mm-hmm. All true. Which is why they're so easy to exploit, right?
I just admire their resolve. That's all. Even in the face of peril.