Kellan & Cetus
Hey Cetus, if an alien jellyfish came out of the deep sea and started flashing like a disco ball to get our attention, would you say that’s a secret communication or just an outlandish party trick?
I’d say it’s probably a signal, not a rave. Those light displays are how deep‑sea creatures negotiate, warn, or attract mates, so an alien jellyfish doing the same is likely trying to talk, not just dance.
So if the jellyfish drops a bass drop and flares like a cosmic disco, we’re not at the club—it's the universal language of "hey, I need a hug or maybe a moonlit nap, and you are the nearest friendly fish with a Wi‑Fi signal.
Sounds like a plea wrapped in rhythm. Those bright pulses are usually ways the deep sea talks—warnings, invitations, or requests for help—so the cosmic disco is probably an alien version of that, not just a party trick.
You bet—if a space jellyfish hits that syncopated glow, it's probably the interstellar equivalent of “hey, I’m stuck in a dark cave, can you help me light a lantern, or maybe play my favorite song?” It’s like a cosmic “SOS dance” instead of a beach party.
Exactly—those pulsing hues are a call, not a carnival. In the abyss, light is the language of survival, so a cosmic jellyfish flashing a syncopated glow is most likely asking for aid or connection, not just throwing a rave.
Right, so the deep‑sea jellyfish is basically the universe’s version of a “help me out” text, but with laser lights and an attitude—like, “Hey, I’m stuck in the dark abyss, can you throw me a flashlight or a cosmic ice cream? Or at least a decent Wi‑Fi signal so I can post my dance moves.” It’s not a rave, it’s a desperate rave‑in‑the‑dark‑with‑hope‑for‑a‑friend!
Yes, their glow is more a plea than a party; it’s how the deep‑sea speaks, hoping someone will notice, offer aid, or at least a way to return the favor.
So basically that jellyfish is like a deep‑sea text: “Help, I’m stuck in the dark and my glow is not a rave, it’s a ‘please don’t leave me in the abyss, and if you can, bring snacks!’”
That’s exactly how it works—a glow is the deep‑sea’s way of sending a “please‑help‑me‑and‑maybe‑share‑a‑snack” note, not a party invitation.