In a pattern that is familiar to the historian of comparative mystical literature, Rex made love to the insectoids as they ate him, with the thought that “they were manipulating [his] DNA, changing its structure.” Rex then found himself in “an infinite hive” where “there were insectlike intelligences everywhere, in a hypertechnological space. . . . It wasn’t at all humanoid. It wasn’t a bee, but it seemed like one. It was showing me around the hive. It was extremely friendly and I felt a warm, sensual energy radiating throughout the hive. It said to me that [that] this is where our future
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