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Mystery surrounds the beaching of 11 long-finned pilot whales at Farewell Spit beach in New Zealand on February 11, 2017. Photo: Marty Melville. |
Dear you,
I’m writing to explain about whales and zombies, the breathers and non-breathers, as it were.
About us zombies, you got three things right. Actually, make that three and a half things.
First, you are right that there are zombies. Yes, for realsies.
I mean, I’m two-finger typing this, me myself I, not some chatbot or clever dolphin. Ergo, I must be real, right?
Though by rights, it should have been a dolphin typing, as this is an underwater keyboard designed to be pressed by dolphins’ noses. Hence the two fingers. These keys are so big, I could be fisting them. But fisting would send the wrong message. So I’m two-fingering it. Underwater.
Which sentence I now realise is as likely to snigger-trigger the teenagers and other gutter-minds in the back. So let’s keep it clean and accept this is the only keyboard I have that works underwater, OK?
Working well underwater is that half a fact your author Max Brooks got right in his wonderful “World War Z”. All those chapters in which he portrays us zombies being quite comfy walking far underwater? They are mostly accurate.