By Frank Herbert
A well-know but eccentric filmmaker, Hellstrom, who specializes in nature films, has come to the attention of a nameless government agency. One of Hellstrom's workers left a few papers lying in a college library and the papers were seen by the Agency, papers that hinted at a new and profitable method of metallurgy or even a powerful new weapon. Agents who were sent to snoop at Hellstrom's private compound in rural Oregon have gone missing.
More agents are sent in to snoop. They find a peaceful but unnaturally quiet farm surrounded by hills and ranch land. A few people are observed coming and going from the barn occasionally. Hellstrom is interviewed and claims no knowledge of the missing agents who visited his valley posing as birdwatchers and tourists.
Hellstrom is a liar. He knows exactly what happened to the agents. They were grabbed, interrogated and tortured and their dead bodies consigned to the vats. The vats in which Hellstrom and his 50,000 strong hive of specially bred humans brew their disgusting mush, which goes to feed the worker class. And all this is going on under this peaceful rural valley containing this nest of repulsive semi-humans who are also brewing a powerful weapon with which to subdue the rest of humankind.
This was a weird story. The author's sympathies seem to lie more with the Hive than with the outsiders. I found the whole Hive community gross and repulsive. Actually, no one in the story is really sympathetic. The hivers and the government people are equally vile. Still it made for a fairly interesting if extremely unlikely story.
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