Contributed by BabelFish.Art Syndicate
Decentralized Creative Collaboration
I had never before witnessed such a cosmologically confounding event as the one I am about to recount. It may serve you well to loosen your space boots and recline in your anti-gravity chairs. Some will not believe what I have to relay. It began in the merciless depths of space, when a glowing cluster of nearly imperceptible figures, sparkled like fireflies, intensifying in their golden-neon radiance as they moved through the aether.
They seemed to be navigating a current of quintessence consisting of vast unseen celestial streams linking stablecoin satellites across the galaxy’s disparate spiral arm bridges. The heavenly luminaries scattered like boulders in a river. When first laying eyes upon the anomaly, I was stunned by the idiosyncratic nature of the fish’s ability to survive in the vacuous black tundra.
After running preliminary diagnostics which ensured the safety of my Scoutcraft from the toroidal gravitational waves of this sector, I piloted the Scout nearer to the expanse of yellow spacefish, gently anchoring on a dark moon adjacent to the school of aptly nicknamed, “StarFish”, which had begun to pulse once more. These fish did appear to be the size of stars, and from some distances it was impossible to gauge their dimensions relative to the backdrop of supersuns and micronovas.
Suffice it to say they were very large, the smallest of which was greater in stature than several Scoutcrafts. The fish are more correctly referred to by their scientific name, Piscarius Babelius… or Babel Fish. Anyway, it's irrelevant now thanks to the universal interpretive and translational abilities of the juvenile BabelFish... a discovery which might have gained a lot more popularity were it not for the widespread aversion to placing a live fish into one's ocular cavity. It was impossible to imagine that the peculiar vision, from which I could now detect an audible humming, which continued to spark through the void in the chasm between us, had grown from a BabelFish of but half the size of my 7th digit.
By the time I had lit up my S-Eye-176400's, I was in awe to confirm with certainty, that I had been observing thousands of vibrantly scaled... fish? I suppose they would be more accurately described as “space fish”. From where did they originate? Where were they going? How were these flickering finned piscine able to traverse the intergalactic bypass? I could not distinguish between the BabelFish and the stellar roads which they illuminated. It seemed to me as though the fish had become the bypass and the bypass had become the fish. Moreover, in so much as I yearned to establish sensible answers, my questions would only be multiplied with new and greater unknowns. The discovery was simultaneously full of promise and wonder, however, the sum total of the experience had left me irreconcilably altered. I felt the electric field of the galactic interconnected consciousness aglow and I see things from a new vantage now. It's not an easy thing to articulate, but if you travel with me, I can show you.
From this point, I resolved to track the stellar school for a time and to report my findings to The Order of The Sovrynauts, which had commissioned my exploration into these regions beyond the known thoroughfares of intergalactic travel. As I approached the outskirts of an even smaller system, the space fish began making their way towards 7lectric6, a planet inhabited by a deceptively primitive seeming culture, the UnderFish... thankfully designated “mostly friendly”. The unique customs and traditions of the UnderFish, celebrated the BabelFish as a sort of delicacy to be consumed but once every 4,200 years at the natural terminus of its electric life cycle, when the creatures are recharged or retired in the violent electromagnetic septuple solar storms of 7lectric6.
With surprisingly little effort, I discovered that I was able to communicate with the denizens of this distant world. I explained to them my intent to observe the celestial fish which were presently hovered in the vast expanses of the skies and dotting the periphery of the coastal village. As I explored the serenity of the surrounding landscape, a most stunning melody could be heard emanating from a synthesized woodwind instrument being floomed and swaffled in a familiar rhythm that most of the galaxy would recognize as Bog-Botha, the dance of the Fish People.
The eyes of the instrumentalist, one of the village's tattooed inhabitants, greeted me warmly and with the custom of the inverted hand-shake, he placed his instrument by his side as we awkwardly grasped each other’s alien appendages. After demonstrating for me the proper flipper technique to achieve the defining timbre of the instrument known as the, plimf-gribler, I asked my newfound friend where I might purchase one such instrument to bring along with me as I traveled. I motioned towards his spare gribler and reached down to the sack of coins in my sash. 
While this appeared agreeable to the cosmic minstrel, it became evident that we did not possess a clear means of exchange, given that my currency was of no use to the fellow. What happened next would evoke shock and awe from even the most space-hardened veteran of the galaxy. It a gentle torrent, a school of juvenile babelFish began to materialize at our eye level with the spiraling motion of a cyclone. Now occupying the space between us and circling the objects around us, the BabelFish's corporal matter had fully translated into our dimensional view. They seemed to hone in on our distress and began enthusiastically pulsating. The hum was like the sound I had heard pursuing their enormous unifathers from my Scoutcraft above the planet. However, it was sped-up like Bog-Batha played at double speed.
I peered closer as my eyes could now focus on the BabelFish Spawn while their gyrations slowed. What I witnessed next would be considered a “most impressive miracle” even on Nialactus9, where miracles have been regarded as “rather unimpressive” for some time now. It was as if the fish were scanning the assortment of stablecoins I had amassed during my travels, some from Tetheropolus (USDT) and others from the land of Yuesdeecius (USDC), but none of which had any meaning or relevance to my bartering UnderFish friend. The BabelFish between us seemed to be discerning the coins' worth and measuring their truest value against the local bartered goods. With an odd sort of swimming dance between realities, my coins were gone! But in their place, a most tasty looking, albeit foreign, fruit had appeared.
The fruit smelled similar to the pungent durians of Earth 0.1, so I called it a melon. Although its correct name is still unknown to me, I persist in calling it the SpikeMelon. As incredible as this sight had been, even more so was the fact that some of the fish had visibly grown in size and more rapidly than should have been possible. Removing my black Snark Skin gloves, I rubbed my eyes in disbelief as my UnderFish companion grasped the fruit which seemed to fulfill his desires. Excitedly, I asked the digital flutist if he would like to purchase any of the goods I had carried along with me in the event of a space bartering opportunity such as this. He nodded in affirmation and the two of us looked on as the fish once more went to work.
This time, the spacequatic creatures scrutinized an offering of wicker baskets in order to produce the very same coins which I had just witnessed be transformed into a SpikeMelon. Reluctantly, I accepted the coins as they coalesced before us. On the other side of the trade was a torch lamp I had picked up a few days earlier in another quadrant. Apparently the torch light had greater value in this dark region of space, because the pile of coins on my side of the trade was well in excess of what I had paid for the lantern.
Naturally, I accepted the coins and the UnderFish took hold of my old torch light. Meanwhile, the infant BabelFish swimming in the air between us, appeared to sense that our bartering had come to a conclusion. The yellow creatures began to fade from sight, into the inter-dimensional space between the base units of matter. They slipped away into the “unplace” where infant BabelFish lay dormant for much of their lives as they mature over thousands of years into the massive sentinels of Saturn which presently filled the sky.
I did not, and could not, yet grasp the significance of the infinitely improbable scenario in which I found myself. I had accidentally arrived on 7lectric6 during the month of the 4,200 year Babel Spawn. It was to be a truly unprecedented celebratory season and the once in 50 lifetimes opportunity to witness the birth of a cohort of BabelFish. In a most paradoxical sense, the galaxy seemed larger to me now than ever before. However, the unified bridges between its spiralling extremities had enabled my Scoutcraft to hitch hike on the intergalactic BabelFish bypass, travelling amidst their rivers of consciousness and temporal distortions.
This blog post has been a decentralized collaboration of several BabelFish community contributors.
Concept Storyline | Croptoccultist
1st Editor | NOVAX
BabelFish Scout Image | owim
Yellow Bone Fish In Space | Sketch::6uzmen, Color::Madvill
Babel Koi & Sovryn Samurai | @captainsov88 Samurai Badger
Sovryn Badger Fish Levitation | @freedom_n_m mauricio_nm
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