It’s not everyday that you are woken up with a gun pointing into your head. That’s what I woke up to yesterday, the day it all ended.
It’s over. And I may as well tell you now that Seth is gone. The Dolphin Man is dead.
If you are looking at this blog for the first time this won’t make much sense. I’ll make it easy for you. Go back to the first part, Introductions, and find your own way from there. What I tell you now will make better sense for it.
I don’t know how long it will be before the US military, CIA, or whatever authority it was come back for their sick secret, or find this blog and shut it down. You may as well read the story now. Shame I can’t promise you a happy ending.
It will tell you how I ended up being herded onto a boat at gunpoint by an American agent and a crazy neuroscientist, with my ex-lover, Seth – The Dolphin Man – and three local Maori who hated Seth because they believed he had brought bad spirits to their island. In a way he did.
It was the American Mr Walker (I call him wanker), holding the gun of course. He told me to get dressed. I did. I got ready to go out to sea. Out on the boat that would take us to the dolphins, out to where he and the neuroscientist, Doc Weybridge, hoped the special sensor would be recovered. The sensor that had been attached to the back of a baby dolphin by Seth, the Dolphin Man, months ago as part of a semi-secret but legitimate dolphin communication study.
You could say that Seth worked innocently and in good faith in the name of research. But I knew him, we were lovers once. You could also say he hid behind the name of science and carried on acting like the fool he always was.
Unfortunately for Seth, it was much more than just a sensor, more than a simple tracking device. It turned him insane. It made him think he was a dolphin. And then it killed him.
This is what happened.
We’d all agreed to go out on the boat a few days ago on a mission to get the sensor back, without guns of course. But as soon as we got on the boat I realised that wanker was only pointing his gun at me and Seth.
I’m not angry at the Maori for being complicit. I’m more angry at myself that I didn’t see it coming. I knew they disliked me, and I knew they hated Seth, but I had no idea they had been bought by the Americans.
The father, Anuha, drive the boat and Tama, the older son, kept watch over us with wanker. Until we saw the dolphins, they never took their eyes off us. Not once.
The younger son, Kiki, helped the Doc with the nets and harpoons they would use to get the baby dolphin on board. Kiki used to be Seth’s friend. I think he felt guilty about his part in spearing the dolphin with the sensor in the first place. He wanted to make it good for his father, the spirits, his nightmares whatever.
And there was me thinking that I got the Maori onto the boat to protect me. How stupid stupid stupid I have been all along. Beginning with coming here in the first place. But thank god they do have more soul than sense, or I would not be alive to tell you how this story ended.
We were miles out to sea when we caught up with the pod. The dolphins swarmed about the boat and after only minutes we could see the baby, which was bigger than I thought, more a juvenile, leaping out of the water edging ever closer to the boat with each dive.
It was so close we could see that the tether with the sensor attached was lodged deep into it’s flesh. Seth was a fool to have thought that harpooning the poor animal would bring anything except disaster. I didn’t pretend he was conjuring a plan to save us. He just stared at the pod and looked less human than ever.
The Doc had the electronic ‘medusa’ cap on his head again. He was using it to try to get the baby right up against the boat, but without Seth it didn’t work.
After twenty minutes he threw off the cap and he and the Maori tried to hook the sensor from the dolphin with long poles but it was a pathetic effort. It was never going to work.
Kiki and his brother deployed the nets, and their father Anhua steered the boat to encircle the pod. I’m these people are brilliant fishermen, but that didn’t really work either. Maybe the their hearts weren’t in it. I caught awkward looks between the men. I learned from this blog how sacred these animals are to the Maori. They guided their ancestors to these islands. I don’t know, maybe the dolphins knew. Either way, the dolphins were having none of it.
Wanker was not going to accept failure though. As we all watched the dolphins and wondered what to do, he was readying a harpoon gun. No one saw this until the air exploded with noise and his body shook as the cable unloaded into the sea, into the pod, aiming for the baby when it next came up for breath.
It was all of twenty feet away but he missed. I guess it wasn’t his type of weapon. The harpoon sliced into the pod and the sea raged when it hit another dolphin, an adult.
And then Seth screamed. The first time I had heard him make a sound since I came to the island. A sound I have never heard a person make.
Then he dived into the sea, into the pod, and was, for a moment, lost to the water.
Then gunfire. It’s not so much the sound that keeps me awake as the smell. Wanker was holding a machine gun and sprayed the sea with bullets. I don’t know whether he was aiming for Seth or the baby dolphin.
And then everything changed. The Maori raged at each other in their own tongue, and Tama flew at wanker, sending him sprawling into the bloody sea with a flying kick as he reloaded the gun, which he dropped. He barely saw it coming.
Seth we saw only once more, rolling out of the waves with his arm on the dorsal fin of a dolphin, intertwined, swimming, trying to breathe. I’m not sure if it was the baby or not, I couldn’t see the sensor or the tether. Perhaps he managed to pull it free. Perhaps.
Anuha stopped the boat, and that was the last we saw of Mr Walker, Seth, the baby… the whole dolphin pod just swam away and we watched them leave in silence.
The Doc just stood on the boat with his eyes and mouth wide open. I think he was about to speak when Tama started to beat him with the but of the harpoon gun.
I picked up the machine gun and stopped him. Well, I held the gun, Anuha said something to his son and he ceased the attack.
I wanted answers from the Doc. So I did something I never thought I would do. I threatened to kill him, and I think I meant it. It’s easier when you’re holding a gun.
He probably thought we were going to kill him anyway, so he told us everything.
The sensor was much more than just a tracking device. It was a primitive mind-control machine. Yeah, mind control. How sick is that? That’s what he and Seth were doing in that tent: using their minds to bring the dolphins back.
For decades, the US Navy had been training dolphins to locate sea mines, but outside of the secret training pools, they had a habit of disappearing when set free in the sea to do it for real in war. Serious, they were used in Iraq and everything.
So they started to research ways of actually controlling the dolphins. It was technology spun out from brain-machine interfaces… the machines that paralysed people can use to control computers. Even trained monkeys can use them, you just saw their little skulls off and marry the electronics to neurons in the brain.
And specific stimulation could make brain cells grow a certain way, find new connections, override some parts of the brain at the expense of others. You turn off parts of the modern brain and the primitive one takes over. It’s the two different hemispheres, two brains in one… then he started going on about dolphins… the way the breathe, it’s voluntary, so as a conscious act they never really sleep? They just turn one side of their brain off? I lost him there. I understood him less than I believed him.
The early versions had to be implanted into the brain of the sender and the receiver. Seth’s sensors were the first wireless prototypes. You just had to get it close enough to the brain and the electromagnetic waves would do the rest, the same way you can see inside a brain with a scanner, except these things didn’t just scan they changed, modified, and then controlled.
Sick, isn’t it? Fucking mind control with men and dolphins. Fucking men.
Seth thought he had access to the latest military tracking and communication technology but he was wrong. Very wrong. Instead of first generation models, he received the latest fifth-generation prototype. Barely out of the laboratory. Never before tested on wild, untrained dolphins.
The sensor’s other half, the receiving station, was back in Seth’s hut. As a wild, untrained human, he didn’t stand a chance against the primordial sensory assault. I don’t know what really did the damage: his dolphin complex, weakness as a person, or that ancient story that forever reminded him that years ago he’d accidentally killed his two best friends.
The sickest part is that it was just a random mistake. There was a time when I thought the Americans arrived because I came to help and used this blog to scream at the world. But the Doc says that Seth was just sent the wrong sensors, discovered in an internal audit of all things, a stock check, and that as soon as the mistake was uncovered they came to rectify the mistake.
For a while I didn’t believe him. You don’t lose equipment like that. I thought they were using Seth as some kind of guinea pig. Man on an island, on his own, no one around to see what would happen, and it had all gone wrong.
But then I remembered that they haven’t been reading this blog at all. Not the Maori, the Americans. No one. All this time I was wondering why they hadn’t shut this blog down and the answer is because they still don’t know it exists. Why else let me use a computer with satellite broadband, the one I’ve been writing this on? If Seth was their experiment they would have known his every move, monitored the satellite link, something, anything to keep track of their precious cargo.
I think he’s telling the truth, the Doc. Perhaps it was a mistake and they just had to put it right on the quiet.
This would explain why we, everyone connected with the events of the past few months, were all herded into one place on the new boat. They were going to recover the sensor and then kill Seth, me, the Maori, and sail away and no one, no one would ever know otherwise.
When I realised this I felt like killing him again, but only for a moment. A kind of euphoria hit me when I realised that there was, for the first time, a way out for me.
I didn’t kill the Doc of course. I don’t even know if the gun was loaded. I told the Maori we weren’t killing him too.
They chatted between themselves until Anuha fired up the boat and we headed back to the shore. It was actually a detour to a tiny coral atoll. Tama ordered him off the boat and we left him there. He didn’t protest.
I have no idea if there’s any fresh water on that island so he’s might be done for. Then again, he’s a resourceful sort so maybe if he can start a fire he’ll make it. Some ships pass by here. Yes, I think he will. It doesn’t feel like we’ve murdered anyone.
We dumped everything else overboard. While we turned the boat over for evidence we found quite a lot of money. Guilty looks all round. It was probably the money the Maori were promised to get me and Seth off the island.
Unreal, that they were probably going to be killed and dumped overboard shortly after me and Seth were killed and dumped overboard and that that money was never going anywhere but back to the American’s paymasters.
We got back to the beach, I took my stuff, Seth’s computer and they took me back to the mainland. None of us said good bye. I know that they will never speak of this again. It wouldn’t surprise me if left the island forever in their new boat. The end.
I’m writing this from somewhere very different now. I’ll be lying low and I have enough money to do whatever I want.
I suppose this story would not be complete if I didn’t tell you how I got Seth out of his batch and into the tent to bring the dolphins back.
No, I didn’t have sex with him. First, I just told him that I came here because still loved him. I hoped that even though had the mind of a dolphin and the body of a famine victim he still had the heart of a man. I didn’t work because I don’t. He just didn’t believe me.
So I told him to do it for his friends. The ones who died in the crash.
It wasn’t easy. It took a while but eventually he opened his eyes and I knew some of him was still there. The isolation, his life as the dolphin was self-harm, a disgusting penitence of sorts for the crash. He was going to slowly starve himself to death in that stinking batch. He knew what he was doing.
I offered him a future he refused. Then I offered him a way out of the past and he relented.
I’m not sure if I meant it or not. At the time I thought I was saying it to save him, it was the only way, but maybe I was just trying to save myself.
It doesn’t matter. Seth will be dead by now. In good health he’s an incredible swimmer, but in that state I don’t think he would have stood a chance of getting back to shore in the cold. Maybe that sensor just scrambled his brains, but I like to think he chose to live out his last hour with the dolphins.
I suppose Seth knew we didn’t have a future together, really. Maybe he just wanted to be with the dolphins more than he wanted to be with me.
Is that a good death?
Is this a good story?
I can’t see any winners.