Authors note: This is some sort of poem, born in a fit of boredom. It is based upon the fantastic book 'The beekepers apprentice' by Laurie R. King. No copyright infringment intended.

Thinking-machine cold and serene
Meets apprentice young and keen
She's a mere girl of fifteen
Through hell and back she's been
That was when he met the Queen

Now unfolds another scene
In the dark awaits a danger unseen
Along with feelings they'd didn't know there'd been
The foe's eyes upon them, cold and mean
Separates the King and Queen

Something no-one could have foreseen
The shielded became, in turn, the screen
The apprentice became another thinking-machine
That's the segregation of the Queen

(And bye bye to the memory of Irene!)