An elevator appears from the vanishing point at the center of one of those square bee-tv's. The passenger box slows and hangs just below us. Press the button or not, the doors will open, letting us out of the elevator. Let's go up up up and away. We've been tied at the belly and now we float, a free balloon suddenly past the edge of the buildings, up where thin and empty plastic bags ride the intercity winds.     That was it. The end. For the last time, I entered the bee tv.