A Day In the Life of a Psychic Octopus

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And now, A Day In the Life of a Psychic Octopus...

7:38 a.m.: I wake to a scratchy touch from the cleaning brush of my alien overlords. Curses!  This must mean they want the tank clean for another one of their rituals. 

8:55 a.m.: Crowds of the strange creatures cluster on the air side of the glass.  Their missing-limbed forms move stiffly as they point dark, shiny machines at me--recording devices for the ritual. I find the machines interesting; I'd love to open one of them up and see if I could fit inside. 

Maybe I should consider that option in the escape plan, since removing the drain cover has proved more difficult than expected.  

9:59 a.m.: The land-monsters lower the two bottles into my prison. The markings--they call them flags--mean nothing to me, but I feel the deep emotions of the surrounding voyeurs.  Their eyes widen in anticipation...which one will I choose? 

10:00 a.m.: Screw it!  I can't go wrong with Germany.

10:01 a.m.: At least the bait-fish is fresh.  Tasty.  The creatures mill around outside my tank, but the sense of urgency is gone from them.  Maybe I'll just go back to sleep.