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.