There was a pod of dolphins. They lived in the sea. They understood that the
humans who came in their boats came to see them. So they would always put on a
show. They breached the surface often, even when they didn’t need air, and
they would occasionally perform flips. They could hear the cheers and applause
that came from the boats, and they enjoyed it. One day, the tourists stopped
coming with their boats. The seas calmed, and the quiet took over. There was
no more cheering, no more applause. The dolphins just slept, and looked for
food, and played amongst themselves. Two of the dolphins were curious and
concerned. What had happened to the humans? Surely they would still want to
see the creatures. They could not have all simply decided to stop all at once.
The humans and the dolphins had long enjoyed a special relationship, with the
latter always being around to lend a flipper when the former was in need.
Something terrible could have happened to them, and if that was the case, they
needed to know about it. The two friends went on a journey to find answers.
They swam up the coast, trying to find humans who could explain their absence.
The journey was proving to be longer than they thought, but they did not give
up. They had to know if something was wrong. Perhaps they could help. Finally
they found some people on the cliffs, but they seemed unable to communicate
with them. Some humans can understand dolphin language, but most cannot. That
would prove to be the most difficult challenge. They continued their pursuit
of their truth, eventually coming across a lone fisherman in a small boat, who
appeared to only catch enough for himself to eat. He could understand them,
and he explained that a great disease was spreading through the world, killing
some, and making the rest sick. The dolphins were saddened. They could not fix
this problem. They did not have scientists of their own. Heck, while they
could understand it conceptually, they couldn’t even make fire. Yet they still
wanted to help in some way. They kept swimming around, meeting other people,
and asking whether there was anything they could do, but there was nothing.
They had always considered it there purpose to help the humans. After all,
they were known as a guardian race. They had helped vessels find their way in
the darkness, and even signalled to civilization when a traveler from a wreck
was trapped on a remote island. This was something they were ill-equipped to
handle, though. People started joking that they were out of their depth. They
laughed quite a bit, actually, at the possibility that there was anything the
water-dwellers could do. In the end, the humans had no choice but to deal with
the issue themselves. Frustrated by this, the two dolphins switched missions,
and began to commune with other dolphin pods, spreading the word that the
humans no longer needed their help at all. It was then that the dolphins of
all species began to discuss their future in the global collective. They
ultimately decided to stop being a guardian race, so they could focus on their
own prosperity. The humans, meanwhile, lost out on their opportunities to
enjoy watching the dolphins play.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
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