Stay Buzzy

He walked towards a small platform. There was a stand and a nice gift that was promised for him. The stony floor was cold under his bare feet and the enormous room looked so empty otherwise. He stopped at the stand and looked at the steel wings. They looked...elegant, magnificent

in short, stunning. But could steel insect wings support the weight of a human? He strapped them on, heard a low hum as they booted up. There was a hiss, then two slim stainless steel probes pierced his skin and dug into his spine. A direct interface.

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way that a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. Despite this, the man managed to fly with his two metal bee wings and could go anywhere — just don’t fly close to the sun.

He was humming above the roof of the village library when he saw flashing lights & heard sirens coming his way. Air cops! His wife warned him about breaking the laws of aviation, but he thought his infraction was too minor to get their attention. "Land, sir," the air cop ordered.

“What are you, colorblind?” the pilot excaimed, “It’s clearly the sea! Not land!” “I wasn’t talking to you!” the air cop retorted, “I was talking to that guy down there who thinks he can just break the laws of physics! Who is he, Rick Sanch—“ “We do not, ever, mention that name!”

In an explosion of water, he plunged into the sea. "We may never have to," the air cop boasted. "Ye of little faith," the pilot said. And a third voice came over the radio. "Beautiful day for a dip wouldn't you say boys?" The pilot laughed, "You're one crazy son of a gun, Sanch."