I’ve been an honorary fish for a few months now, and I’ve loved almost all
of it. There’s something missing in my life, though. I’m the only one of my
kind. The other fish have accepted me into their school, but I’m not truly
one of them. I’m a giant, and I still look human. Every other member is
paired up. That’s how this species works. It’s hard to communicate with
them, but I’ve been able to gather some information, like how their pairings
are a defense mechanism. When they swim in their circles, they create a
bunch of bubbles, which makes them difficult to pinpoint. It allows each
pair to move off from the school, and hunt for food, or maybe find a little
alone time. I don’t want to mate with a fish, or anything, but I do feel
lonely. Like I said, they’ve accepted me, but that doesn’t mean one of them
is going to circle with me. I don’t want that anyway. I want to find another
human to transform into a fish. Unfortunately, that’s damn near impossible.
The reason I discovered this species is because they live deeper than 600
meters below sea level. I’m the first person in history to scuba dive to
that depth, and since I never came back up, I doubt anyone else is going to
be trying it anytime soon. They wouldn’t likely survive; I was the best in
the world before I became a fish. Submarines have come this far before, but
not regularly, because there’s usually no point. The chances of finding a
mate are just too low to hold out hope. I’ve tried encouraging the school to
swim closer to the surface, but they won’t do it. They’ve never done it
before, and it’s not how they evolved. I don’t know why they transformed me
into someone who can breathe underwater, but they seem to consider that act
their one favor, and they aren’t interested in going for another. I’m free
to go up alone, but that won’t matter. I’m not capable of repeating the
miracle myself. I need them to do it. There’s no other way.
I give up on pleading with them. I don’t think it’s gonna happen,
even though the second generation seems to be a little more open-minded. I
just surrender to the fact that I’ll live the rest of my life alone. It’s
still a blessing to be down here. I’m setting records left and right. As it
turns out, 600 meters is a little high for these fish. We spend most of
our time at 800, which is a depth I never dreamed of seeing. It’s dark,
but my eyes have adjusted accordingly, so it basically looks like tropical
snorkeling to me. I don’t even think there’s a regular species with that
kind of eyesight. Some have even lost their eyes to evolution, because it’s
too dark for them to see. It’s a wonder, all the underground mountains, and
other unique terrain. As I’m watching some kind of crustacean crawl around
on the floor off the coast of Australia, the school suddenly shoots upwards, faster then they ever have
before. I have to work hard to keep up. They gave me the ability to breathe
water like air, and to withstand the pressure, but I didn’t grow fins. I’m
still using the carbon fiber ones I came down here with. It’s not long
before I see what all the fuss is about. It’s another diver. She’s only at
500 meters, but she’s descending quickly. Something is tied to her leg. My
God, it’s a cement block. Someone is trying to kill her. I wonder why they
left her with her scuba gear. Anyway, her attempted murderer is not going to
succeed. The fish do to her what they once did for me. We bite off the rope,
and swarm her, using magicks to keep her from dying. I smile, glad to
finally have someone that I can relate to again. She does not feel the same
way. The first thing she does is swim back up to confront her attacker. I
feel compelled to follow. Maybe I can help.
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