jellyfishes (Photo credit: Michishita Masaaki)

Fucking things.

You’re alone in the cold vacuum of space right?  Well, mostly.  It’s dark, and as Douglas Adams wrote, it’s really, really big; yet despite that realisation and all the terrifying possibilities this implies, space is also mostly empty, so I’m not generally scared of floating around in it.

After you get over how overwhelmingly far away you are from home and any semblance of safety and familiarity, get over the constant anxiety of wondering what’s going to go bump in the dark, then get used to the fact that things do go bump and creak and groan and clank and make many other noises in the dark, you acclimatise.

You even acclimatise to the stink and annoying habits of your fellow passengers and crewmates, and of the endless ennui of having flash-drives with terabytes of entertainment and literature which you have seen the best of a hundred times (the other 96% of which is total shite) and of having nothing to talk about because nothing ever happens.  You get used to everything.  You get into your own little routines, and you relax a bit.

Except for those fucking things.

So you’re in a tin can floating through the dark, quiet emptiness of space right?  You sit back in the observatory and stare listlessly at the stars, listening to the silence; grateful for it in fact.

Suddenly you’re blinded by bright light glaring through the armoured glass, and there’s this almighty shriek which makes you jump out of your skin and frightens the ever loving shit out of you no matter how many times it’s happened before.

Fucking caelfish.

They band together see?

Drifting in the dark, using flecks of bioluminescence to lure tiny creatures into their tendrils; only when they get startled by the ship passing through their patch, they all light up and telepathically scream loud as fuck.

Know what else they do?

They cover the ship in that glow-shit, to attract predators.

Big predators.

I fucking hate space.


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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6 Responses to Caelfish

  1. Gina says:

    I enjoyed this piece very much (I also like swearing used in writing when it fits lime here). I was lulled into the whole day in and day out routine (boredom) you were creating of living in space. Then the wrench thrown into the peacefulness (large predators are not boring). Great last line!

    Thanks for thinking up this week! Love the creativity!

  2. Kir Piccini says:

    Like Gina.. I enjoy the use of profanity like it’s done here.. I mean I love that word anyway but used correctly and with feeling it does the job quite nicely here of showing us just how frustrating those moments can be.

    I really liked this.

    Thank you for linking up.. And remind me never to go into space.. I can’t take my 3inch heels. 😉

  3. KymmInBarcelona says:

    Hahaha Love this!!!
    Love the boring day-job tone and how it reels you in. No matter how many times… lol
    Cover the ship in that glow-shit – reminded me of convo in Pulp Fiction about mayo in Europe : )
    Great, very funny piece!

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