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Voyage of the Pomeranian


        experience of it. He replied that he had already concluded that owing
        to my requirement for great periods of time outside the water, and
        my immunity to prolonged exposure to intense light, I must inhabit a
        desolate place between oceans and am doomed to  venture forth in
        barely seaworthy vessels forever, searching for a means to return to
        life as a marine mammal—or, at least, as an amphibian.

        I’ll  admit  my  pride  in  superior  knowledge  prompted  my  next
        question: do you then think that the cosmos consists of nothing but a
        shallow sphere of air surrounding a massive ocean broken only by
        occasional  islands  of  wasteland?  Certainly  not,  said  Tristan:  other
        watery  worlds  exist;  this  is  not  the  only  one.  That  caught  me  off-
        guard.  I  quickly  asked  him:  how  do  you  know?  The  sky  is  full  of
        them, he replied. Some close, some far; the closest can be clearly seen
        at night, light reflecting from its huge ocean. I realized he meant the
        moon. And then the bombshell: Dinadan and I, said he, were among
        those planning to emigrate to the moon. We were in the final stages
        of preparation when your net came down unexpectedly and seized us.
        Dinadan’s third arm had been ruptured at the hectocotylus by folds
        in the mesh and he needed treatment desperately.

        I apologized  (again) as best I could for what had happened.  But I
        could not help asking: why? Why do you want to leave this planet?
        His answer made little sense: because this one is in decline, and we
        dare not wait until it has reached a critical stage of degradation. What
        do you mean by “decline?” I asked, wondering if I had made the right
        translation.  You  have  removed  the  carcasses  remaining  from  my
        meals, said Tristan; in that regard you have done no more than the
        sea  itself,  which  finally  takes  all  living  things  back  to  an  elemental
        form,  feeding  an  endless  cycle.  But  human  waste  is  not  of  that
        character. In recent years vessels such as yours have increasingly plied
        these waters, leaving in their wake a trail of death and disease. We can
        presume  that  your  science  will  accelerate  the  production  of  toxic
        chemicals  and  their  penetration  of  our  environment.  You  have
        shown no sign of slowing or reversing that trend, or of cleaning the
        waste already left behind.



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