I like to think that octopus remember us. You know, when we’re dead and gone and then they are ruling the planet. The world is awash in the ocean now, all this electricity is meaningless. “What are those?” they’ll say, as George, the Octopus, shows up wearing some rusted out, underwater treasures of mankind.
Ho ho, what a joker, they’ll say. I’ll laugh with them. So will you. Why? Because they figured out how to bring us back from the past.