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The face is more simian than human, with a flat “nose” defined by two long slits for nostrils, and a surprisingly sensual mouth brimming with needled teeth. It is a horror of the deep, gray skinned and feminine in the broadest sense of the term, an impression lent by the delicate structure of its bones and the tilt of its wide, liquid eyes. When it blinks, a nictitating membrane precedes the eyelid. It has “hair” of a sort—a writhing mass of glittering, filament-thin strands that cast their bioluminescent light on the hull.
Look up some mermaid lore
The water that went back to the sea went back clean. Fully two-thirds of the desalination plants were also devoted to water purification, removing pollutants before restoring the salt level and pushing the cleansed water back out to sea.
She’d died because Imagine had discovered mermaids, and, upon finding them, hadn’t been able to control them.
“Thanks, Mulder,” said Tory, aiming a friendly punch at his arm.
Millennials don’t know about mulder and scully. How would these future college students.
the goddess Atargatis supposedly flung herself into the sea in grief over the death of her human lover,
The theme of human women being transformed by the combination of grief and drowning continued in the myth almost to the present day.”
sirenology
What you have to understand about the mermaid legend is that it’s universal.
women in the water with beautiful voices who lure men to their deaths.
“A media personality is someone who’s famous for being famous about being famous. We live in the shadow of our own tautologies.”
Asking scientists not to look into an open box was like asking cats not to saunter through an open door. It simply wasn’t practical.
The seas did not forgive, and they did not welcome their wayward children home.
The dark pressed around her like it had physical weight, like it accounted for more of the crushing danger of the deeps than the water itself.
This is the part in the horror movie where you’re like: “idiot! You deserve what you’re going to get. Danger danger danger!”
Its face was something like a viperfish’s and something like a mummified ape’s and something like the shadows that sometimes chased her through her dreams. Its eyes were wide and round and fixed on the submersible, set above a mouth that seemed too full of teeth to be possible. A cloud of filmy “hair” surrounded its head, the individual strands somehow too thick, each of them glowing at the end with bioluminescent light.
It’s the Fiji mermaid
They must have been eating constantly, never slowing their pursuit of calories. It was the only way they could possibly survive in waters that were so deep, and so cold, and so unforgiving.
Sometimes science was the closest thing to the sword of an avenging angel humanity was ever going to get.
Every person on this vessel was a story in the process of telling itself, and all of them were fascinating, and all of them deserved to be heard.
What was found in the pelagic would not necessarily be present in the abyssopelagic, and so on. The presence of light and plentiful organic material changed everything.
Kind of breaking character. Olivia isn’t a scientist.
There was no point to starting a fight with the unusual, which didn’t even smell of food, when it could be avoided.
that had been long ago, before the waters changed.
Half the young had been consumed to sustain the mature. Virtually all the old had been consumed as well,
As long as there were bellies, they would need to be fed. As long as there was life in the sea, there would be teeth.
one of the eldest, who had risen, majestic, from the depths, and driven the shell down, down, down into the dark, where it had cracked and spilled its contents into the waters, delicate and delicious and already dead.
Humanity was cruel, and if you were prepared to try to find a bottom to that cruelty, you had best be prepared for a long, long fall.
The trouble with having a bear sharing your bed was that one day, the bear was going to notice that you were there; one day, the maimings would begin in earnest.
Daryl was convinced that the word for a group of scientists ought to be a blackout, because that was what the fuckers seemed determined to cause.
Everyone knew someone who’d been affected by a superstorm or a permanent shift in the weather.
They were voiceless and cruel and terrible, and if not for them, the dolphins would never have needed to seek the shallows, or put themselves into the path of men, or choose the safety of cages over the freedom of the sea.
Twitter had time to scream. She didn’t have time for much else.
Aw man. I wanted Twitter to live!!!
The smarter you are, the more likely you are to want to eat the world.
So were the cryptid chasers of the world, and he was about to become their king. Out of everyone on the planet, Luis Martines was the one who’d gone out and found something. Every scrap of additional material he got now was icing on the cake of what he had already accomplished.
Well, I liked you Luis. Your life insurance will now pay your parents back for the money you frittered away.
Tory wasn’t thinking about that. Tory was thinking about Olivia’s mouth on hers, Olivia’s hands traveling across the skin under her shirt, clever fingers tracing the topography of her skin.
The world's about to end so let's go do it. . .
Jason was going to get the scoop. Jason was going to win. And if winning required him to perform dissections in his cabin, behind a locked door, then that was what he was going to do. Whatever it took.
Why are there so many huge egos with delusions of grandeur in this group?
“Dammit.” This time, the word carried an air of desperation. He still didn’t know whether the spike was a threat or some harmless quirk of anatomy.
LOL killed by the tiniest little shit of a shrimp because he lost his balance. That’s pretty funny.
“Whistling past the graveyard is a time-honored tradition. Keeps us from screaming.”
“Status report, now,” said Dr. Toth. She pulled on her gloves as she walked toward Michi, snapping them tight before leaning forward and prying open Michi’s left eye.
All of a sudden she's the toxicology expert. And next Olivia's going to kick the engineers out of the way and fix the damn shutters.
