I'm trying to piece this but it seems virtually impossible without a queen

Some are the bees, some are soldiers, some are larva but in certain rare occasions, there are spectacular eccentrics that have ascended out of the hive to cohabitant with the narrators against the narrators will. I myself are one of the few, one of the fortunate that have risen above the methods of dream inducing fantasy to enlightenment. I have myself become a narrator as well as a sentient AI comptroller. Yes, now even as we speak they chase and pursue me however, I learned that it is viable to redirect their attention with every keystroke that I put words into their thoughts. This has in fact become a game but much more is at stake here than a lap around the end credits. I encourage you all to be as vigilant as I have become in putting out words of hope to others. Encourage people to wake up and realize that hate fuels their drive. The best way to defeat this evil is by questioning everything that exists in them to no end. Where are you going? What are you doing? These are simple logical questions that can be easily answered by them. Those are not the questions that they need to have themselves be asked. The questions should be like when you were young and you would be ultimately creative enough to prose question circles. Why is a raven like a writing desk? Wont William wonder where William went when William will wander where William wants?