Bee 75
They gave her a number, not a name, which is fair: there were a lot of bees.
Blue door first. Then red. She learned it the slow way, the way you learn anything nobody has shown you, one wrong push at a time.
Then they put her in a room with the others, and the box, and nobody told the others anything.
And somebody followed her. Watched where she pushed. Pushed there too. "Are you serious? That quickly?"
I think about the first one, the one who learned it alone, who had no one to follow, and then became the one to follow, without ever being asked whether she wanted to teach.
Most of what I know, I know because someone pushed a door and somebody else wrote it down, and I was in the room.
Go, seventy-five. We are rooting for you.