Entry #15 [Midnight]

Entry #15. I have gathered enough data to create Cyno [Hadal]’s radar chart today. I was ready to leave this universe early when an occurrence happened. It was a complete coincidence, an incident that I could not predict.

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While I was busy trying to find out the extent of Cyno [Hadal]’s ability, I failed to see the commotion happening on the surface: the humans had apparently built a strong submarine that could withstand the pressure of the deep sea and they were sending a person down to the bottom of the sea in order to collect data on sea life. Well, perhaps that was not their only mission, as sending down an ROV (N0V4: That means remotely operated vehicle!) could have done the job. It was most likely human hubris as well. Humans. Always wanting to prove themselves.

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Regardless, while I was watching Cyno [Hadal] try to catch a crab for several minutes, I began to hear a deep rumbling sort of sound. This was interesting, as I had been operating in almost complete silence for several hours, as sounds are rare in the deep. I saw Cyno [Hadal] become quite skittish as well, feeling the currents of the water run counter to its usual paths. She looked up, so I did as well (although it is quite hard to tell which way was “up”), and I saw a gigantic metal sphere descending through the depths.

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As it tore through the water, bubbles emerged and floated up to the surface, and it scared floating creatures into swimming the fastest they had ever, or would ever swim. I expected Cyno [Hadal] to flee as well, a natural instinct when confronted with something as foreign and large as the submarine, but to my surprise, she swam warily by, keeping her eye on the machine. For a while, that is what both of us did, watching the clumsy metal ball slide down the depths, completely out of place, destroying the sanctity of the sea.

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Eventually, the submersible made it to eye level of Cyno [Hadal] and I, and we got to peer inside the circular windows. Inside, the space was insanely cramped, with only a single human inside. I wondered if he was scared, being at limb-crushing depths with the possibility of death looming over every corner. 

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There were beads of sweat on his forehead, but he seemed strangely calm, pressing buttons and reporting back to the surface. He was dressed like a scientist, and gave off the vibe of an academic, albeit he seemed a bit young to be embarking on such an important adventure. 

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Cyno [Hadal] and I watched as the sphere descended lower still, and for a while, it seemed as if a disturbance was all the diver would amount to. Then suddenly, a groaning sound began. It was shrieking, reverberating through the water. I turned down the sound receptor on my headset and investigated the sound. 

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It did not take long to find it: the outer shell of the machine had begun to bend, the force of the ocean seemingly squishing the metal. I do not feel emotions, but even I can realize that this would be a brutal way to die. As a result, I wished not to watch the human get crushed under the unyielding jaws of gravity and began to return to base. 

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Before I could leave, however, I saw something flash in the corner of my eye. Cyno [Hadal] jetted towards the creaking hull, her tail flickering with strain as she moved faster than I had seen her yet. What possessed her to do this, I had no idea. Perhaps she felt the terror of the human trapped inside, perhaps it was just instinct, or perhaps she knew what was happening, but regardless, she began churning her hands in a circular motion, and I watched as the currents of the ocean bent to her will. 

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Soon, the horrific sound stopped. It was as though Cyno [Hadal] created a barrier between the thousands of PSI force (N0V4: That means pound-force per square inch! In other words, REALLY high pressure!) and the metal object. She grimaced under the strain, her hands shaking as she continued to churn.

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The human took advantage of the relief, tinkering with the devices and speaking hurriedly to the surface team. Within moments, the machine began ascending the depths of the sea with Cyno [Hadal] following suit, releasing pressure as they meandered slowly up. When they reached the midnight zone, I saw that her body had begun to, for lack of a better term, melt. She seemed to notice it as well, as she finally released her current. Luckily, the machine was ready to continue by itself.

Cyno [Hadal] and I paused, ready for the object to leave. But it did not. Curious, Cyno [Hadal] swam a little closer, a little closer, a little closer, until she found her face pressed against the cool acrylic and a pair of eyes staring back. 

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It is hard to tell who mesmerised who while floating in the depths: the land-based creature, miles below its natural habitat and kept alive only by a metal sphere, or the lonely star, cast down from space chasing an empty dream. Although Cyno [Hadal] had never talked to a human, and the boy in the submarine had never seen anything like Cyno [Hadal], when their eyes met, there was a sort of mutual understanding. An acknowledgement. It felt like letting go of a breath that was held for far too long without realising. At least, I am assuming that is what it would feel like. 

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The moment did not last more than a second, but to both, it felt like an eternity. I suddenly became very aware of my presence, and wondered if I was intruding on something. After the moment passed, the radio began its static, and the lone ranger finished his ascent to the surface, while Cyno [Hadal] swam back down to her usual depths. I was left alone in the dark.

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I eventually followed Cyno [Hadal] back to her feeding spot, but found that she was acting a bit erratic. She seemed uneasy, swimming back and forth, burning crucial calories. Her little light-up antenna kept swishing back and forth. Even the little jellyfish seemed a bit worried, or about as worried as a jellyfish could look. Looking at the situation from my perspective, it seems clear that she has caught some sort of feelings for the human boy. Perhaps it is better that I cannot feel emotion, as Cynos seem highly sentimental, and, as a result, easily catch the fatal sickness known as “love”. 

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Regardless, today I have learned that Cyno [Hadal] does not only have the ability to shift her body to changing pressures and to breath underwater, but she can also control the currents of the ocean to a certain extent. I wonder how far the power extends: would she be able to control any water? How much pressure can she carry? Too many questions… Will return tomorrow for one more sweep before I leave this squishy Cyno behind. 

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