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Cold and drifting, nothingness and floating, swimming through zero gravity, the radio-active rays of the sun glisten and brighten ocean-bound eyes. A thought. Small, but significant. It emerges slowly, drudging through the whale's mind. "What is this..?" The whale said, suddenly self-aware. "I am of need.. I need something. What I'm suddenly going to call my 'lungs' hurt.. What does it need? I think I'll call it.. air?" The whale becomes even more aware of its existence. "I'm.. I..  ..." The whale suffocates in deep space and dies. The End.
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
Final Thoughts of a Whale in Space
Cold and drifting, nothingness and floating, swimming through zero gravity, the radio-active rays of the sun glisten and brighten ocean-bound eyes. A thought. Small, but significant. It emerges slowly, drudging through the whale's mind. "What is this..?" The whale said, suddenly self-aware. "I am of need.. I need something. What I'm suddenly going to call my 'lungs' hurt.. What does it need? I think I'll call it.. air?" The whale becomes even more aware of its existence. "I'm.. I..  ..." The whale suffocates in deep space and dies. The End.
This was inspired by the book/movie Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
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Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:52 PM UTC
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