The tubes hurt. His flippers hurt. And every time they turned that monstrosity on, he felt his life being ebbed away a bit
more.
Not that there was much life to take.
The gigantic grey whale sighed. How long had it been since he and his podmate had been free? He couldn't remember.
Every time they used the generator he lost a bit more of his memory, and the loss worried him more than the life being
sucked from his body. Dying he could stand. But forgetting how it was to be free............forgetting the name of his friend,
imprisoned across the pathway from his own tiny glass tank.........this he did not want to think about.
The grey hadn't thought any creatures could be as cruel as men, the two-legged creatures now almost long forgotten by
most sea denizens. They had pursued the whales for as long back as the giant mammals memories and legends went,
slaughtering without cause, never giving the giants a moments rest. With great exploding sticks that burst in the
whales bodies they had killed, or nets that blocked the ancestral pathways to the wintering grounds. So when the Clan had
driven men from the sea with their own far advanced weaponry, all cetacean life had rejoiced.
But power breeds the lust for more power, and if it is not kept in check, ignorance and greed can corrupt even the most
well-meaning. And the Clan soon surpassed even Man's ignorant cruelty.
With this unlimited, unchecked power they had created, dolphinkind needed something else to impress itself upon. And
the only animals on a level with the dolphins left in the sea unconquered were whales. So whales it was. The dolphins put
on strange armor and went on a spree of conquest that would've made the ancient vikings blush. It didn't take long for the
gentle whales to be supressed and exploited . Some escaped to unknown, deep waters, where the Clan could not find them.
Others were not so lucky. The Grey could still remember the day they had attacked his pod.....