She looked a Janine. “Our understanding of this planet is lacking. The seaweed takes us to a place of greater understanding.”
The other woman looked puzzled. “They're acting in unison?”
Honeydew nodded.
“How do you know that?”
She shook her head, feeling the burn of the other woman's stare. Honeydew glanced at her, then returned her gaze to the tentacles moving the submersible along. “You're a scientist. You want answers. And what's happening here doesn't fit our existing frames of reference. We'll need to discard our fundamental belief systems to understand. All that I'm sure of is that I don't understand.”
Scanning the ocean floor with her gaze, Honeydew saw a pattern in the integration between the seaweed stalks and the matting of thin, blue tendril, a translation between systems,
