It started with the whales - beluga specifically. At first it just sounded like they were mimicking human speech, making approximations and parroting us. Then they said their first sentence, the sentence that shook the world to its very core and gave us yet another reason to fear the ocean.
They want you to get out.
Every single one of them, captive-bred or wild, was somehow capable of saying this phrase in those water-distorted voices. It was like they were some kind of human-triggered hivemind that was only able to speak when we were near enough that they knew we'd hear them and believe me, they knew what effect this had on us.
Little did we know, they were just the beginning of what we'd later call The Awakening. It was just so surreal to be walking down the street with pigeons scuffling about your feet asking you for food, absolutely fluent in their regional language, or for dogs to call your name to get your attention.
Of course it wasn't all cutesy and harmless. Back where my folks lived was a very rural area, I mean my childhood backyard was the forest kind of rural. The kind of rural where bears walking through the town centre isn't unusual, just annoying.
The bears haven't quite grasped the nuances of the English language but they're wonderful mimics. Just ask my mother. The bear that killed her uses her voice to call for me in the same tone she used to get me to come downstairs for dinner. She must have said those damned words so often that it learned them first and foremost.
And now the town's nicknamed all the bears Andrews, utterly erasing the woman who said it last.
They want you to get out.
Every single one of them, captive-bred or wild, was somehow capable of saying this phrase in those water-distorted voices. It was like they were some kind of human-triggered hivemind that was only able to speak when we were near enough that they knew we'd hear them and believe me, they knew what effect this had on us.
Little did we know, they were just the beginning of what we'd later call The Awakening. It was just so surreal to be walking down the street with pigeons scuffling about your feet asking you for food, absolutely fluent in their regional language, or for dogs to call your name to get your attention.
Of course it wasn't all cutesy and harmless. Back where my folks lived was a very rural area, I mean my childhood backyard was the forest kind of rural. The kind of rural where bears walking through the town centre isn't unusual, just annoying.
The bears haven't quite grasped the nuances of the English language but they're wonderful mimics. Just ask my mother. The bear that killed her uses her voice to call for me in the same tone she used to get me to come downstairs for dinner. She must have said those damned words so often that it learned them first and foremost.
And now the town's nicknamed all the bears Andrews, utterly erasing the woman who said it last.
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