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Your body is still, in a tank that is too warm for you, but your mind is free to swim through the <span class="mu-s">black ocean</span>. Your people have no other name for “outer space”.
You are a Migrator. You are an underdevloped aquatic species which, as of less then half a millennia ago, was incorporated into the grand <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">Hegemony</span></span> tribe. Your name is <span class="mu-s">Deep Currents</span>, though in your language of sonic clicks, it has a much more poetic meaning.
To you, flying through this place is easy. It is no different then swimming in your under-ice aquatic home of Caplit, a tiny ice mind orbiting a planet. You imagine it as a droplet of water suspended around a huge bubble, though the Hegemony scientists that taught you how to talk and think good tell you that is factually incorrect. You don't exactly understand why the <span class="mu-i">Jaxtians</span> seem so much worse at doing this then your own people, even a child could navigate by such simple sounds and feelings and intuitions, but it is not your place to judge.
You can “see” in this place, sense the connections between worlds and gravity, and the connections between things. You are driven by unseen pulling, no different then an underwater pressure constantly moving. Unseen, yet it moves still. You are plotting a course between two of these “rock bubbles” the Jaxtians live on. While you can't complain about the work, since it's easy and the Jaxtians give you fish and tell you that you did a good job, some things out here aren't as nice to run into.
