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Homo Aquatilis

            Perversity  Tinderstack’s turn was next.  She avoided looking  at
          Rutger Schlager: the man was still nursing a grudge against the way
          his  sort  of  personality,  once  unquestionably  dominant,  was  now
          under  attack,  even  in  the  realm  of  speculative  fiction.  But  he
          listened to her presentation as attentively as the others.
            “I have a different take on a staple of sci-fi horror, the almost-
          human  monster  from  the  depths.  He  is  the  ugly  flipside  of  the
          mermaid, at least as far as she is portrayed nowadays: an infantile
          but  seductive  fish-girl  with  a  seashell  brassiere  and  an  unhealthy
          attraction to human males. The stereotypical gill-man, contrarily, is
          a version of the foreign barbarian intent on raping and pillaging his
          way across our familiar terrestrial landscape. But these are ultimately
          conventions  of  the  cinema;  we  fictioneers  can  follow  paths  both
          less  juvenile  and  more  fantastic,  simply  by  normalizing  these
          creatures as our ancestral  cousins evolving  along parallel paths in
          different habitats.”
            “My story would be set in a semi-secret research facility just off
          the  coast  of  an  American  base  in  Antarctica.  This  is  a  half-
          submerged lab run by the Department of Defense under cover of a
          well-known oceanographic institution in California. Studies of the
          effects  on  atmospheric  change  on  seawater  are  being  carried  on
          there—at least publicly, for any curious members of the press. That
          is upstairs, as it were. Downstairs, below the waterline, a different
          activity is in full swing: interaction of H. sapiens and his long-lost
          cousin,  H.  aquatilis.  The  latter,  completely  adapted  to  undersea
          existence,  have  until  recently  avoided  our  branch  of  the  tribe  of
          hominins.  Their  appearance  at  a  time  of  crisis,  both  for  their
          environment and ours, is not coincidental.”
            “It is no secret that the oceans are dying, thanks to human—that
          is,  Homo  sapiens—activity.  The  aquafolk  are  suffering,  too,  as
          victims.  But  they  never  developed  the  sort  of  aggressive,
          competitive  personalities  so  prevalent  among  us  air-breathers.  So
          they  misunderstand  their  position  of  weakness  in  ways  the
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