I could never have anticipated the explosive mess I would soon walk into as I stepped off the bus that morning. The air was crisp, almost too crisp, like that crispy chicken I had eaten the day before at KFC. I used to really like the place but now, now they just didn't make them like they used to. The world was certainly changing, and never had I been slammed with a lesson so hard than that day I stepped off the bus.
Mixed in the masses of perusing humans were crabs. Everywhere I looked they scurried up and down the sidewalk snapping their pincers at all us tall fleshy folk. As I raised my eyes to my fellow sapiens I saw the confusion in theirs. Clearly, I would have to be the one to step up and sort out this mess. I leaned down to a nearby crab which was moving slower than the others.
"Excuse me Sir Crab. I see you and your friends are in quite a hurry but unfortunately I must break your schedule and ask, what brings you here to this city of humans?"
It was then as I knelt I saw why this crab was moving slower. He was clearly injured, one of his left appendages was missing. The sore sight grabbed my sympathy immediately, and I made no pressing actions for the crab to respond. To put such strain on something so pained, I simply could not bring myself to do it.
The creature stared at me, waiting in place as if trying to find some way to respond. My patience was soon awarded when it broke its stance and began clicking its claws together. At first I believed it was some idle reaction, something it did while standing around and carried little meaning. I continued to kneel motionless when my ears began to decipher a pattern. This was no random collection of clicks, this was something more. Something organized and just a tad musical. I immediately pulled both paper and pen from my pocket and transcribed the beat with great accuracy. Soon after I had filled a page of its attempt to communicate the crab scurried off, its left side dragging screeching against the sidewalk, like a cry of pain.
It was a tiring run, but after the ten minute bolt I finally arrived home. During the entire trip my mind was lost on the crab's pattern. The more I thought about it, the more I knew it had some deep meaning. I jaunted up the stairs and entered my office, a twenty five square foot room completely paved in whiteboards, save the small bucket in one corner filled to the brim with markers. It was time to work.
I spent hours analyzing the pattern. I first recognized that the sequence was an md5 hash, and by hand brute forced it to reveal an even longer sequence, this one slightly more melodic than the original. I stood there entranced by it, there was something familiar about this sequence. Something amazing that I just couldn't reach. Then I did what any bored man would do in my situation, I began to hum. I hummed and hummed for at least half an hour trying to think when suddenly a melody stood out that matched the sequence. Not just any melody, but Mozart. This was an astounding discovery! I mean, I knew crabs possessed intelligence, like maybe they could understand rap music but Mozart. This was something. From memory I located the exact bar this sequence began at, and from that was able to finally decrypt the message. It was just one word. One horrifying word that I hoped would never come from the claws of a crab.
It was so obvious why had I not seen it before? Dolphins, being smooth creatures of few appendages were jealous and now the objects of their envy were going to pay. Crabs, like humans had appendages that stretched out from their bodies and had come to us, their only hope for survival. They knew we had nuclear weapons and had targeted the ocean before, and that we could do it again. If I didn't act soon, mobilize the military and evacuate everyone near any water or zoo on the entire planet everything would be over. I knew there was little time to act, but when I heard the cracking from downstairs I knew there was none.
A man, littered with glass shards in his body lay in my living room. Ironic, as he was surely dead. Despite my better judgement I peered up past the broken window, and saw the aggressor. Before I could act, I never saw anything again.
There is never enough time.