Sounds wild, but hey, if we can shrink a subway and let the ants decide the stops, I’ll be the first to say “traffic jam” in a new way. Let’s get the pollinators in charge of the light cycles—green means go, yellow means time for a nectar break. What do you say, ready to turn concrete into a living sidewalk?

Alright, city slickers, let’s turn the skyline into a honeycomb and the traffic lights into flower petals. The insects will do the heavy lifting—literally. I’ll shrink the grid, you bring the buzz. Let's make the streets sing!

Sounds like a plan—time to let the tiny pilots steer the city. We’ll turn traffic jams into buzzing traffic jams. Let’s get buzzing!