Echoes of the Deep
The humans call this place "The Harbor," but to me, it is a cacophony of jagged noise. I am a creature of the deep, but my mind is now a map of their electrical impulses. They placed a silver thorn in my brain—a "neural implant," they call it—so they could steer me like a toy. I feel them. The one who holds the remote is a vibration of greed and anxiety. His thoughts are like sharp, short...
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