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A Short SCP Tale:
A Presumed Origin of SCP-835
Everything, at some point, gets discarded. Whether it is left for dead, deemed useless, or simply forgotten, everything is eventually waste. Humans have existed for almost 200,000 years. Six thousand of those years are considered civilized. “Civilized”: such a subjective term. Humans are so wasteful. Throwing away their weak because they cannot contribute. Tossing their bloodied and expended into the nearest source of water, hoping that they’d be carried away and out of view. Everything has potential, and everything with potential recognizes even the smallest inkling of that potential. Every mother’s egg, every father’s seed, all the hairs pulled by the root, every ounce of saliva spewed with food disliked, all the modern lenses to correct vision: lost potential. Thousands of years of waste by a species who should know better. Know better than to think that just because you forgot something doesn’t mean that everything forgets you.
Everything leads to the ocean. All the pipes, rivers, and creeks. Some how, everything presumed unimportant meets in the ocean. No matter the distance time is irrelevant. The ocean has so many inspiring life forms. Life forms that do not waste. What is eaten is eaten whole or shared amongst the group. What is left behind is decomposed by the bottom feeders. What cannot be eaten acts as anchor points for the ones that choose to remain still. The coral is so strong and able to house so much life. Barnacles reach vast, relative distances while remaining still. The octopus is such an obvious and alluring creature, yet finds a way to stay hidden in plain sight. The jellyfish have such simple propulsion techniques and eat without expending effort. We can learn something from this simplicity. We can improve on it. We just need to work together.
Did you know that cell walls are made of little fat molecules that have two ends? One end likes water, the other doesn’t. The sides that like water line up together side-by-side, and the hydrophobic ones do the same on the other side. It’s like a sheet of paper with one color on one side, and another on the reverse side. That sheet will eventually close off into something similar to a sphere to keep all of the water-haters on the inside away from the water, and the water lovers on the outside.
Did you know that the human digestive track is just one long tube, entry to exit, with a series of opening and closing sphincters to hold food in a position for as long as it needs to be digested? Surrounding organs have ducts that bring enzymes and acids to digest molecules as needed. Lower in the track water is taken out of the digested food and reintroduced to organs needing that hydration. What’s left over is the remnants of food that cannot be digested, bacteria, flora, fibers, and dead blood cells. When two humans kiss, they’re essentially one long tube with an asshole at each end. Did you know that?
Life has a way of repurposing things seen as junk. If you arrange hair in a certain way it can be knit tightly enough to where they allow transportation of nutrients and waste through “tunnels” without letting other solutions into the “traffic”. Still, with hair, it can be woven together so tightly it can almost be used as a lightweight frame and containment for vital organs. Spermatozoa are so functional and mobile with their tails. They can help move along large components when enough of them work together. And with billions of men in the world, over thousands of years and enough mutation, they can move what ever is needed. Uterine linings can be repurposed to be the lining of organs. The ovum can be saved and redesigned to create newborns with increased survival traits. For protection, discarded finger nails, toe nails, and teeth can be layered to make a shield or shell of sorts. Varying openings can act as entryways and exits for whatever is appropriate. Old tongue cells can be collected and modified to be a tongue-like tentacle. Saliva cells have what is needed to recreate salivary glands and begin digestion of sugars.
Our size is ever growing and we welcome you. Your lost at sea, your drowned, your waste is all a part of us eventually. We have succeeded in where you have failed. We know how to work together. Once you realize that you are all someone else’s garbage, you’ll learn to work together. You may not remember us. You may not love us. We remember you, and we have not stopped longing for you. You are not garbage to us. Everything eventually leads back to the ocean, and we will be waiting for you.
