A Photo of me
Greetings, once again
Nothing has changed much since I've entered the laboratory and slugged about in my minsicule tank with the dying coral. You could try talking to it, but the only response was a slight movement in the still salt water. I miss my home very much, every thing is so foreign here.
On the walls there are charts of all kinds. An electronic board states the precise temperature, salinity, pH value and other measurements of the sea water just a short walk from the laboratory, so I heard the men in lab coats saying.
Several charts show pictures of evolution, extinct species of marine life, diminishing numbers of marine creatures in the past decade and the uncountable changes in the oceans. Slugs may seem like goo and organs sliming their way through the ocean floor, but we do take literacy courses.
Along the walls there are so many skeletons and jars of preserved corpses of seaweed, worms, fish, reptiles, eggs, and other sorts. It makes one faintly sick to think about the shell that once lived and breathed in the free seas being nothing but a reference to mankind.
I spoke to the Spanish dancer, a flamboyant species of nudibranch from the opposing tank. She says that the men in lab coats were environmentalists, people who tried to save the environment by caring for animals and pleading with people to stop global warming. She couldn't say more than that, she was being taken into THE TANK. All I know is that any slug or fish taken into THE TANK, was never seen again.
I would like to know why the environmentalists do this to us. If they do want to save us, wouldn't it be better to leave us alone?
Till I get some answers
Etana Chromodoris
