When we found a new species of whale we were excited beyond all comprehension not just for finding a new subspecies but finding one that seems to be amphibious in a way that seemed impossible to any mammal of such a size.
Where science says it can't be so, nature finds a way to say "Oh really? Then what's this then?" which is as adored as it is despised - mostly from biologists whose thesis rarely last a month before something groundbreaking is stumbled upon.
Were it not for the fact that nature isn't s sentient being, one could almost go so far as to say that it's toying with us. Deliberately showing us everything we claim cannot physically exist just to watch us lose our grip and try to destroy it before the whole world finds out.
Unfortunately the new whale was discovered crawling into a public pool, using the claw-like ends of its frontal fins to drag its upper half while the tail (naturally bifurcated deeper than any other species of whale) walks the lower end in an eerily humanoid fashion.
Even its calls (mostly at the subsonic level which humans can't hear without technical assistance) sound almost like words. We thought it was just another part of the new species, its stuttered and oddly repetitive cries that changed completely depending on who was in the room and what they were wearing.
The longest call we recorded from it lasted three minutes non-stop. As a joke one of the more tech-proficient guys played it backwards. The longer we listened the closer we edged to the doorway and away from the whale-like creature that was no longer swimming but was now resting on the floor of the tank staring at us.
When their calls are reversed they come through as near perfect speech. They've been telling us that they can understand us, that they live deeper inland than we know and that they eat just as much meat as they do plankton. They explicitly state that they know how to escape their tanks and plan on doing so when we least expect it.
They don't say where they'll go or what they'll do when they're free but they've expressed such hatred for their confinement and such utter loathing for the way we've dissected their dead that I wouldn;t be surprised if this was the last thing I ever wrote.
They can be so very quiet on land when they want to be.
Where science says it can't be so, nature finds a way to say "Oh really? Then what's this then?" which is as adored as it is despised - mostly from biologists whose thesis rarely last a month before something groundbreaking is stumbled upon.
Were it not for the fact that nature isn't s sentient being, one could almost go so far as to say that it's toying with us. Deliberately showing us everything we claim cannot physically exist just to watch us lose our grip and try to destroy it before the whole world finds out.
Unfortunately the new whale was discovered crawling into a public pool, using the claw-like ends of its frontal fins to drag its upper half while the tail (naturally bifurcated deeper than any other species of whale) walks the lower end in an eerily humanoid fashion.
Even its calls (mostly at the subsonic level which humans can't hear without technical assistance) sound almost like words. We thought it was just another part of the new species, its stuttered and oddly repetitive cries that changed completely depending on who was in the room and what they were wearing.
The longest call we recorded from it lasted three minutes non-stop. As a joke one of the more tech-proficient guys played it backwards. The longer we listened the closer we edged to the doorway and away from the whale-like creature that was no longer swimming but was now resting on the floor of the tank staring at us.
When their calls are reversed they come through as near perfect speech. They've been telling us that they can understand us, that they live deeper inland than we know and that they eat just as much meat as they do plankton. They explicitly state that they know how to escape their tanks and plan on doing so when we least expect it.
They don't say where they'll go or what they'll do when they're free but they've expressed such hatred for their confinement and such utter loathing for the way we've dissected their dead that I wouldn;t be surprised if this was the last thing I ever wrote.
They can be so very quiet on land when they want to be.
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