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.