Journal Entry 216 / 0525 With a sigh of soft pleasure I sank into the comfortable water of the roofpool.Journal Entry 216 / 0525 With a sigh of soft pleasure I sank into the comfortable water of the roofpool. The day had been rough; it was unusual of me to get involved in politics, especially terran politics, and this recent development with their engineering Norvegicus for sentience was starting to eat at me. I needed a break. One thing about the roofpool that I keep forgetting about is the SDisk on the floor, the one for dolphins. I was lying along the rocks by the shallow end on my belly, my legs in the water, my head up, and I failed to notice the dolphin swimming up behind me. He slipped a fin along my thighs and up the crack of my ass before I even had chance to squeal. "What the- !?" I shouted, turning over. "Shirmin! Dammit!" He rolled over in the water and said, in Anglic, But you like it, you know, You've told me so, Several times. I grinned at him. It's not true that dolphins speak in haiku, or whatever it is Terran writers dictated they should speak in. But the idea of doing so is something of a fad among dolphins, and there are those who do it well. Shirmin is one of them. I paused for the thought and replied in kind, That's true, my love, You've fit like a glove, Several times. He laughed and lazed over to me. "Like a glove?" he chided. "That's not a concept the Purist dolphins would approve of." "Really?" I asked. "And are you becoming a Purist in your old age? He wagged his tail in the water. "Not in a million years. No way." "No?" "Purism has got to be the stupidest thing I've heard of in the past three centuries. There's no point. We aren't Tursiops Truncatis, and no amount of fantasizing is going to get us there." "Still, I don't think you should get upset with a group of Dolphins who insist on trying to survive without biocybe. Just because we live with wires in our heads doesn't mean we should criticize those who don't." "But the ones who get it all taken out?" he asked. |