Flashes came. Images and designs.
He'd seen the future sometimes, or even heard it. Creating the miniature drone had been a challenge. It had taken over a decade to perfect the design.
At first his intentions had been honourable, a robot bee to pollinate orchards when no bees where available. The bee wouldn't give honey, but it would never get tired and never get disease or eaten by Asian Hornets.
He'd even had a paper published in Scientific American, he'd even underlined the urgent need for biodiversity and environmental protection, insisting the robot bee was just a " last resort" solution.
Back then the robo bees had been tethered to a power source but now they were working indoors, no tethering . A robotic bee could be used in earthquakes to find survivors, gas leaks, and give rescue teams time.
But then everything had changed. Lab funding had been reduced and so he had sold the bees to farmers, and kept tinkering away.
He had placed a tiny camera on them for mapping and discovering, and it had been used in caves and mines
But here he was, his smallest and fastest robot yet. The size of a wasp, with a sting.
The sting could be used to deliver poison, bacteria, virus, toxins.
He knew it was bad, but he made millions.
He was going to change the world. It was decided.
Over the next few months he travelled round the world, releasing the wasps, with botulinum toxin, plague, ricin and even acetylcholine in them, testing killing effectivity. It worked.
Of course , he kept released to a minimum, and people die every year from wasp sting allergies.
Now, 18 months later, he was ready. He had placed his many "hives" in strategic zones .
He waited wait for spring, and opened them all up. He danced round his lab as the good and the great attended the King's funeral. The robot wasps made sure it was theirs too. No more power crazy presidents or leaders. An ecological world, run for the benefit of mankind, with no corruption and plenty of freedom.
He sat and watched his mobile phone screen as the robots swarmed in. They would fly back, he' d programmed it all. The world would do his bidding now, or die.