03-18-2026, 09:16 PM
As one fish talked to another the conversation quickly turned to the upper stream. They called it, "El Rio de Oportunidades," or "The river of opportunity."
In a limestone cave in the geolically active interior of Central America the world was alive. Alive but overcrowded, with local resources running scarce.
They were a proud, but poor fish. Their sightless world was all they knew. The opportunities were few and far between.
And beyond the sunlight, life was cheap. The strongest fish were corrupt and took for themselves. They extorted, terrorized, and killed lesser fish just to maintain firm control of the entire subterranean water system.
The plebean fish were mere pawns. Obstacles, betas, and gamma to prosper from.
But hope never dies, even for blind fish.
"The Portal"
The portal was a stone archway high above the main stream connected via a horizontal lava tube. Until recently it was blocked, but pressure dislodge the blockage, and it remained open, but inaccessible... most of the time.
Only once or twice a year could you get to the promised land.
"La inundación de Xibalbá" came every year in late May or early june and sometimes again at another random date.
During this flood, it was possible to swim up the shaft and access the opportunities of the upper stream and the better world it connected too.
They didn't know what happened to the fish that made it, all they knew was they were never seen again.
In May one year the flood was impending. Within the system the fish were gearing up for their opportunity at a new life. They were schooling upstream of the verticle shaft in hopes of riding a mass migrant fish caravan to the upper stream.
They gathered their marbles, their sunken treasure box, and they gathered their fry.
They waited...
"IT'S COMING!" One fish blooped, "Our deliverance is finally here!"
"Get ready, and swim to up!" Said another!
Then, it came.
A powerful torrent enveloped the system. The prepared and the lucky fought with all their fish might to get to the lava tube.
The lucky swam higher and higher and eventually reach a plateau. The upper streams - a cave system with a daylight opening into an above ground ravine beside a trail..
The ravine flowed down through a little valley towards a village where it joined a surface drainage system.
This was the river of opportunity. They could go anywhere the water would take them. And they did. They frenzied as they rejoiced having reached the Shangri La of the surface watershed.
It was everything they dreamed... at first.
"I CANT BREATH! WHERE DID THE STREAM GO?" Screamed one in agony. "Where are my fry!" yelled a frantic mother as she flopped in a scorching puddle.
"Its all gone wrong. It's all gone wrong!"
They thrashed and thrashed, but one by one fell still and silent. Like Titanic victims in a near frozen sea, in minutes, thousands were cold and dead.
But at least they got to experience a little opportunity to live free in the new stream....
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And that's how you do the immigration angle... :)
In a limestone cave in the geolically active interior of Central America the world was alive. Alive but overcrowded, with local resources running scarce.
They were a proud, but poor fish. Their sightless world was all they knew. The opportunities were few and far between.
And beyond the sunlight, life was cheap. The strongest fish were corrupt and took for themselves. They extorted, terrorized, and killed lesser fish just to maintain firm control of the entire subterranean water system.
The plebean fish were mere pawns. Obstacles, betas, and gamma to prosper from.
But hope never dies, even for blind fish.
"The Portal"
The portal was a stone archway high above the main stream connected via a horizontal lava tube. Until recently it was blocked, but pressure dislodge the blockage, and it remained open, but inaccessible... most of the time.
Only once or twice a year could you get to the promised land.
"La inundación de Xibalbá" came every year in late May or early june and sometimes again at another random date.
During this flood, it was possible to swim up the shaft and access the opportunities of the upper stream and the better world it connected too.
They didn't know what happened to the fish that made it, all they knew was they were never seen again.
In May one year the flood was impending. Within the system the fish were gearing up for their opportunity at a new life. They were schooling upstream of the verticle shaft in hopes of riding a mass migrant fish caravan to the upper stream.
They gathered their marbles, their sunken treasure box, and they gathered their fry.
They waited...
"IT'S COMING!" One fish blooped, "Our deliverance is finally here!"
"Get ready, and swim to up!" Said another!
Then, it came.
A powerful torrent enveloped the system. The prepared and the lucky fought with all their fish might to get to the lava tube.
The lucky swam higher and higher and eventually reach a plateau. The upper streams - a cave system with a daylight opening into an above ground ravine beside a trail..
The ravine flowed down through a little valley towards a village where it joined a surface drainage system.
This was the river of opportunity. They could go anywhere the water would take them. And they did. They frenzied as they rejoiced having reached the Shangri La of the surface watershed.
It was everything they dreamed... at first.
"I CANT BREATH! WHERE DID THE STREAM GO?" Screamed one in agony. "Where are my fry!" yelled a frantic mother as she flopped in a scorching puddle.
"Its all gone wrong. It's all gone wrong!"
They thrashed and thrashed, but one by one fell still and silent. Like Titanic victims in a near frozen sea, in minutes, thousands were cold and dead.
But at least they got to experience a little opportunity to live free in the new stream....
And that's how you do the immigration angle... :)
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