Queen

Michelle had been vital to the effort in key ways; most importantly, she had been the strong and quiet type - never taking herself too seriously, laughing about how not normal every normal life really is. She kept a small circle and tended her life carefully; Michelle was noble in many ways that challenged their baseline and gave them pause. Upon the discovery of her death, they felt fortunate (THAT had never happened before) to have known her and were disappointed that their time together was at an end. Retrieval is never easy, but their respect for Michelle demanded it (not ones to leave commemoration in the hands of the ... simple). They used a whip transport with a narrow profile and a gel suspension to preserve her remains onto and within the mothership. They went lightless to Giza and installed her pyramid on the great plain, musing that they hadn't done anything like that for a hot minute. It would shine by sun and moon and stars, opalescent and unbreakable. They mourned incredulous she who had been Michelle Flugenmeier of the Very Boring Midwest, feeling it necessary to venerate her as the queen she was. "Let the others wonder," had been her motto, and now they took it as their own.