But I'm doing it. I'm doing it in the interests of SCIENCE.
Things keep washing ashore - oh, not here, mind you, and I'm bloody glad, cuzzadafact that just
thinking about all this makes me want to shed my skin and jump right out of it.
Y'see, well. Things wash up. . . not
here, but under the Brooklyn Bridge (this time - then there were all the other times too, but we don't talk about
them.)
People are saying it's just a pig, a dead pig that someone threw overboard (overboard - over
what? A pig boat?). But pictured above is a closeup of its "hand", which looks distressingly. . . human.
Anyone who has seen dead cattle (and I haven't seen any lately) will be aware that after they die, they bloat up and their limbs kind of stick out every-which-way. So we can eliminate that particularly creepy effect as a normal aftereffect of being dead and decaying.
But OH, this isn't a pig. Isn't a pig. Most definitely isn'tapig.
Isn't. A. Pig.
But it's a "something", that much is certain, and theories abound: a very large dead rat; a very large dead racoon. . . some kind of dead "canine". . . but none of those theories fit this creature's fearsome physiology.
Please hang on to something now, for I am about to show you something even worse, something that washed up on shore in 2008.
I don't know why I do this. Why do I do this? I can't help myself. I look through my fingers, but I look, my scalp prickling with horror.
This is called the Montauk Monster, and nobody knows what-the-fuck-it-is or even wants to.
What I think is happening is this: somewhere, someone is doing experiments. Before you write this off, just think what is already possible with hybridizing, genetic engineering, gene splicing and dicing, and all that stuff.
This isn't a question of "an animal crossed with a human". "Crossed" is no word for what is happening here. Minute amounts of human genetic material are being insinuated into the genetic structure of certain animals, perhaps pigs, perhaps gigantic rodents like capybaras (except their teeth are different).
No, I don't jest because I think it's happening now and that there exist in labs or hideous farms somewhere, hybrids that contain maybe ten per cent human genes. Just to see what will happen.
So the pig has a little twist of intelligence along with his tail. Might be useful for certain research. How intelligent can a pig become? How human? Will it suddenly begin to talk in a squealy, irritating voice?
What if one gets away from the evil lab some time, such as now? What if one jumps onboard a cruise ship and someone sees it and freaks out so much he chucks it overboard?
Jesus!
Something scares me, scares me so much I won't bother to turn off the italics: someone is going to insist that this "thing" be genetically tested to see what it's really made of, and what percentage of it has been tampered with. What percentage of it might in fact be human.
Human.
This thing? There is no such animal. Yet here it is, right under the Brooklyn Bridge. Woody, don't leave the house.
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book
It took me years to write, will you take a look
