The Dark, and the Cold, and the Quiet

Fantasy written by kt6550 on Sunday 4, July 2010

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A short and dark diversion.

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This writing has been rated by 3 members, resulting in a rating of 94.733333333333% overall. Below is a breakdown of these results:

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Diving
I had chosen to explore the reefs about the North Pole of Tau Ceti. The island itself was small, but the icecap was rather large. One dove either through a hole in the ice or from a boat. I did several days of shallow shore diving through holes in the ice before moving onto a boat to dive the deeper reefs at the edge of the ice. The water temperature was roughly three degrees Celsius year round. It made for extremely clear water. There was a great deal of plankton, and large and substantial schools of fish of varying sizes, from small to large, thriving on these reefs. The commercial potential of these fish had not yet been explored or determined. I was doing two dives a day, from the boat, in the bitterly cold water. My diving had been limited to thirty meters, but I wanted to go much deeper and see the variety of marine life that made this reef system in to a metropolitan area of the underwater world. I was taking my first dive of the day. It was my fifth day of diving from the boat, and I was enjoying myself immensely. I signaled to my partner to go deeper, and he refused. I checked my rebreather. I wanted to go to roughly 300 meters, where the water would be very dark and the fish generated their own illumination. I would have, at most, four minutes at that depth with no safety margin on my ascent. I decided to chance it. I waved my partner away, pointed my feet up, my head down, and kicked my scooter on full. You see, I had seen the photographs of these marvelous fish, taken from a deep-water submarine. I wanted to see them for myself. They looked, in the photographs, like fish outlines, composed of perfect diamond chips, on deep, dark, and perfect velvet, with just a splash of color. I let the scooter pull me into the cold, dark, and quiet deep.
   

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    A phenomenal read; and a fabulous, awesome culmination. This is an excellent and absorbing tale.
    Absolutely cosmic!!!

    The entire -well written, paced, characterized and ploted- extravaganza engrossed me from the first chapter.

    I loved the way society's current commercialism is, in fact, all there is in the future; & loss seems to be a perfunctory part of existence.

    Great work, master Yoda.......
    Nothing much changes except the names of the characters. Well done, well written.
    The whole thing, but especially the last chapter remind me of Thor Heyerdahl's books.

    Pretty cool ; P