Suddenly we are staring at one of the apisculptures that stand at the back at the cave. It shines its blank smooth facefront or faceback at us, while bees, comb, and other proto-bodies cluster out of focus behind it. Lit by light borrowed from all the bulbs that didn't go out when they should have, when their fridge doors shut, in houses all over the world.     With a little bit of thought, I can change my shape, and have that body the bees promised me in the cave.