We suffocate our oceans, not just with plastic, but the unpardonable waste of our march through industry. It is also by sound, excruciating and violent, that buries our aquatic friends in nightmares of motor-tainted misery. Imagine if there was non-stop jack-hammering in our homes and you might get a sense of the kind of desperation they are feeling as a result of our increasing reliance on shipping, supplemented by fishing, tourism, etc. For sound in the ocean is worse on the ears by tenfold compared to those adapted to the air. It's as if an advanced aquatic civilization were to blast millions of megaphones of sonic material into the atmosphere simultaneously. How it would scatter us, how we would scurry to bury our heads in the sand, leaving yet another geological trace of the Anthropocene. Ships and boats are polluting the oceans at an alarming frequency. Every animal that relies on sound to survive has a life in jeopardy, including the whale, the fish, the myriad crustaceans. Dear Neptune, the underwater apocalypse is upon us, which thought it was safe from the garbage floating on your surface, that other heinous intrusion from man. Now you must promote new species selected for plastic filtering and oral retardation, for the gyres are spinning and there is no end in sight. The blue bastion of your biosphere, sunken by lords of thunder, raining hell from above, no different from an angry god that casts thunder and lightning to destroy his creation, so that new models can take their place. Who will our new friends be, the ones we couldn't possibly betray because they will have evolved to resist us? And once their defenses are hardened, will they fight back?
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