It’s now May 13 of 2020 and a huge oil spill is spreading along the Northern Pacific Ocean towards the shore of Baja California. The Ocean where I was born and raised was now becoming filled with darkness with an instant death of this black oily gew. My family and friends all pulled apart and swam in fear to escape the over cast of the oil as it races to take our lives. even I the fastest fish in the sea, the Black marlin as my silver, black and blue shades get covered by this oil as it intoxicates my last breath. As I'm floating to the top of the gew slowly, I think to myself “what monster could have caused this” but I remember a creature from the past with arms and legs who pulled me up onto their vessel. “Yes they did it!” I thought to myself, they are the only Creatures who have made me feel pain. when they pulled me onto their vessel they shoved a black tube down my gills injecting the waters i just came out of and then they cut open my lower belly and inserting a shiny silver cylinder about half an inch wide and 3 inches long with a small antenna. I wondered what I ever did wrong to them but had nothing to say. “It had to be them” and thats my last words I gave that day.
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