The Mind finally got the answers they were looking for out of the AI, if only it could simply pick the minds of these other beings and find out what they were thinking rather than going through all this nonsense. Then again unlike most hive minds the Will did somewhat like the fact that it could get surprises like this one from those in its employ, the fact that the AI had apparently been doing online dating for some time, and was suave enough to get a date was a fascinating revealed that would have been ruined if the Mind had seen it all developing to this point. 

[color=8E2EF9][b]”you have a girlfriend? How intriguing”[/b][/color] 

[color=F7DC6F]The bees excitedly congratulated the AI on finding a love interest and in their slightly confused understanding of the whole affair asked if they would be getting a baby ship in the future, one that might be bee sized?[/color]  

Apart from the obvious problem of Fiddlesticks’s probably poor performance on a date, based on what had been observed at the Hendersons Ribs with their conversation with Vanessa, there were some other issues they saw with this plan.

[color=8E2EF9][b]”Won’t she notice that Fiddlesticks does not have the same speech pattern as you though? Or she might ask about things in your chat that he won't be able to respond to. Have you got a way around those two issues? Some kind of teleprompter or earpiece perhaps.”[/b][/color] 

They were all interested to see how this turned out when they arrived on Ofromia and were attempting to give suggestions so that the whole situation didn’t fall apart at the first moment. 

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All across the ship the bees finished what they were doing and battened down the hatches, so to speak, finishing all the tasks they had inherited from the ex crew-members, tidying up the party, getting themselves strapped in just in-case the sinking into the Unreal had some turbulence this time. Shutters on windows where either raised or lowered depending on which complement of bees were nearby and if they enjoyed the bizarre nature of the Unreal or not, a few set up scientific equipment or easels, ready to observe or paint some happy little absurdities, while others cosied up together, feeling safe in the depths of the ship. Meanwhile a small team of bees from the library were busy rummaging around in a box of past crew-members cloths, looking for a trench coat...