For a moment, we see eye-pyramids, of kind seen on dollar bills and bronze medallions, hanging upside down... until this faceted structure, a type of bee tv with missing pieces, begins to move past our frozen eye. We leap through a pseudo gateway right to the toothed interior, heading directly for an eye on one of the many pyramids, all of which might be portals to anything. Squeamishly, however, we skip this particular entrance to fly tentatively over pyramids that change their gravity orientation at every tiling increment. We pass five that seem to be pointed inwards to chew on a parabolic-sided pentagon, and then we begin to move up again, through the light, down the gullet, towards the darkness... realizing in the middle that this entire structure-thing has flipped orientation while spinning around us, and so is in the right position to flick its tongue and crush our breath. At that thought, a jagged eye point pushes up from bottom screen, bringing with it a sudden sharp eye, which, when clicked into proper place, makes itself transparent to allow through the glimmering light of too many bees standing on just one single bee tv facet.     Right now, their specific assignment at the Tower of Babel is one of Aunt Ella's inventions, a two-way television that lets them talk to the dead.