He looked out at the vast, grey, unthinking sea and realised that it was the true ruler of the planet. In the end, of course, the planet of skin would have looked very much like the sea, from out in space it would have resembled a three dimensional model of an oceanic, grey, sphere locked in an eternal moment. Its life would have been so all encompassing, so suffocatingly complete that it would have resembled death.
He turned and walked up the pier toward the Grusomme's Bar and Grill, the bland, castrated voice of Sitnikov playing the old riddle in his head: "What has four legs in the morning, two legs in the afternoon and three legs in the evening?"
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