For the longest time, man sought to translate dolphin squeaks and whistles.
With enough experiments and computational power, we thought it would be possible.
Years of putting on wet suits, handing out fish, and taking meticulous notes.
But every time we thought we were getting close, the dolphins changed their tune.
Then they’d laugh at us.
Eventually, we gave up on trying to communicate with the dolphins.
“Shut the fuck up!” we’d shout at the squeaking bastards. “Go fuck yourself!”
We sold them all to the local aquarium show.
No, not Sea World. Somewhere nastier and uglier.
Who’s laughing now?