remotely automated honey bee drones, to pollinate or kill. 
i think of the enterprising girl who sold pet bunnies in flint in the economic downturn 
who in a flash of inspiration changed her sign to pets or meat. meanwhile the rich 
were having a party in the pristine new prison, and hiring black people to stand 
utterly stiff like lawn jockey's with silver platters expressionless in the manicured grounds. the rich were paying good blood money 
to get drunk and stay the night.
the rich will decide who is wanted in the garden, and who is a pest. 
when the bees are gone
the rich will savor the harvest of drones.