We really should learn to clean up our dead. The ocean floor is littered with so many of them it's a wonder that this didn't happen sooner and yet when it first reported it was shrugged off as another hoax or some idiot who tried to surface too quickly.
Even when the evidence walked right up to them and demanded answers for their very existence they said it was all just a prank. Now we're cohabiting with what can only be described as some kind of deep sea slug that ate enough human brain to start to think like us.
There's a few hundred of them as of today, all staggering around in whatever form of diving suit their host died in. It's mostly army uniforms with oxygen masks stuck fast to wrinkled, bloated faced whose mouths mostly move because they're full of smaller lifeforms.
Occasionally you'll see one of the classic diving suits - those brass and rubber monstrosities. They seem to be the ones in charge of the rest, the oldest and easiest to understand when it comes to speaking, well, water-garbled mumbling mixed with a lot of pointing.
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