He hovered over the bodies at the crash site. The sea had already taken what the force of the impact had left behind. He cradled one of the victims, still in their spacesuit, delicately in his arms.
He was no forensic analyst. He couldn’t tell anyone what had gone wrong. If it hit the water at a bad angle or there was a problem with the hull materials.
But the giant octopus wondered who these people were, who had entered his deep and lightless domain. He pulled himself out of the cramped reentry capsule and swam off, savoring the mystery.

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