Sundiver

by David Brin

“Any mel I know would grow a tail and wag it if that fem so much as whistled.

Living thing, does Entropy, my wicked Aunt, notice our joint conspiracy? Not yet, I think, for you are yet too small. Your puny struggle against her tide is mere fluttering in a great wind. And she thinks I am still her ally.

spoken by the Sun (well, not really, imagined to be spoken by the Sun)