Countless people I’ve interacted with have called themselves a large fish in a small pond.
Mud Mouth, as the avid fisherman you were in an earlier life, you and I both know that no matter how large you are in that pond, there’s something larger waiting for you outside the water just biding it’s time waiting for a moment to strike.
Just like you hunting for that largemouth bass you could bring home, those aliens saw an easy target to pluck from your own small pond.
They saw something they could easily take from its habitat and transmogrify it into their exact specifications.
Like frying a fish, they took the raw component and put it into the fire Tomales something that resembles its old self but has become something completely different.
The only difference is they didn’t do it for sustenance, they did it for the advancement of scientific understanding.
They said to themselves “If humankind can be so obsessive about a fish, let’s splice the DNA into one to see what is so capitivating”.
They made you become this current form of yourself seeking the dangling worm of fortune and fame.
How do I know this, it’s simple to see in your movements, any reflection of my championship has you bobbing up and down waiting for a moment to seize any bait you can capture.
That’s right, any bait, because you and I both know this isn’t the best thing here in OSW and only the best of us can capture that bait. True prize fish, not bottom feeders like you.
Here’s the problem with going after any sustenance you can get your hands on, the moment you go for it, really try to get up there and capture it will that ever present larger being appear.
It doesn’t matter whether it’s another large fish, a fisherman, or those aliens that took you so long ago, something will snatch you up before you even get a taste of the glory this provides.
That’s the problem little fish, haven’t you gotten it yet? They didn’t toss you back to earth to live and thrive and enjoy a second chance, they threw you back because you were a failed experiment, a defect, a disappointment. They realized that the reason fools like you liked fishing wasn’t because it was incredibly fun or challenging but because it was easy, so simple you could drink a beer doing it.
They’re beyond that and beyond someone like you.
They made you less than human and devoid of any purpose, just stuck in a sad existence where you’re desperate to simply survive because what you’re doing is not living.
Why wouldn’t you think glory woulc give you meaning?
It’s the complete opposite of your meaningless life.
Here’s the problem though, the belt doesn’t give me or anyone else meaning, I give meaning to the belt.
Even if you had a shot at this title and miraculously won, it would drag you down to the bottom of the pond along with all the other dead fish.
Found at the bottom or snatched at the top, that’s all a fish has to look forward to.