Saturn has 146 moons and probably one hell of a werewolf problem.
Google AI told me that the number of moons is likely to increase, not because Saturn is so attractive to rocky spheres but because we will continue to detect them as our observational equipment improves. How self-centered and human-centric is that statement?
Does AI think we think our solar system revolves around us? Solar-powered Apex Predators stuck on a spinning orb are sure to command respect especially if you can’t see them. AI has no eye to see.
I lived in Milwaukee while I went to college and I was frightened by Lake Michigan. The dark blue water that stretched to the far horizon and beyond made me feel uneasy. It was almost as if I could sense a sort of plotting consciousness emanating from its winded waves. It sat at the bottom of the tiniest imperception of a hill that rose up to Marquette’s campus, perched in anticipation of murderous deeds. Deeds done below its surface and perhaps in its near future.
In Pittsburgh, where I grew up, you can rarely see that far in the distance because of the hills that were carved out of shale and sandstone by ancient versions of our three rivers. The rivers are strong but ever changing and never the same. Even as it never stays the same, the water that carries flotsam and jetsam to the Gulf of Mexico has been here before. It has to have been here before. Has it been inside of me? Will it? One day I think I will float amongst it like a lost baby’s shoe. The shoe is lost, not the baby. Although I am positive there is more than one dead baby at the bottom of the Ohio River.
I look out at the dark blue fresh water of the second deepest Great Lake and imagine a shiny black hill emerging mile by mile until the horror of the thing reveals itself to be the size of the entire lake. That wasn’t ground we waded on that only day in September when the water is warm enough to touch. It was flesh, dormant for over a thousand years. The creature keeps rising out of the water until it blocks out the sun. It’s getting colder. Feed it your babies. Maybe then it’ll go back to sleep.
I can’t see the sun. The sun can’t see me. I wonder if it misses me as much as I miss it. The sun can’t see the bottom of the ocean. Maybe that is where all the vampires are. They don’t need air and it’s always night time in the salty depths. Solar-allergic Apex Predators. We can see but not detect them. I don’t want to swim anymore.
I like to think that ghosts are like spiders, they are just as afraid of us as we are them. Lacking the right equipment, they can’t see us either. Spiders have so many eyes and they are still afraid. Too scared to look. Turn out the lights.
It’s dark at the bottom of the ocean. The seaweed that decreases with depth, unlike Saturn’s moons increase with our growth, intertwines itselves with itselves until it forms a perfect plait. Perfect in my eyes i like to keep in my skull. You can’t have them.
In the history of humanity has a man’s long beard braided itself by pure luck and unintentional movement?
I’d like to see that someday.
If they chose to look, how many spiders could see Saturn?
How many spiders can Saturn see?
With the right equipment, all of them.
Saturnists just aren’t that advanced yet.
Are we still scary or do they not know who they are Saturnizing with?
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