watch this [walks into the ocean and the saltwater fills the hole in my chest cavity]
Helena, Portia and the Cephalopods
Something eye-watering is happening at the water’s surface, the field deforming until a half-sphere of air dents into the water. Two or three of the cephalopods have come to watch her and she can see, even with the unassisted eye, that their colours are striating in related patterns. Her algorithms catch up and suggest they are asking or ordering or suggesting that she go in.
Children of Ruin, Adrian Tchaikovsky
