The Aquanaut, or A Qua Nought
I am, he thought, as he floated in the dark warmth, vague muffled noises distant beyond the soft edges of the underwater world. He should have felt loneliness, being alone, but something about the fluid emptiness held comfort as it held him, constant presence filling his present. Time didn’t pass as much as he could feel time flow through him, through transformations and definitions bringing him closer to the gentle darkness. In another world, a lonely young woman carrying the world on her shoulders pressed through the loud and angry crowd in the cold rain and opened the clinic door.