"It looks like the Jailers' unrest really did cause widespread panic, but something still feels strange. Even if they're migrating, they shouldn't be this orderly. Don't you think their destination is a little too definite?"
The Clown Doll watched the schools of fish around them intently.
Different species.
Different creatures.
Even predators and prey.
Yet at that moment, they were all moving in perfect order, forming a long procession as they migrated toward the same destination.
It was as though they had received some kind of summons and guidance.
Lynn had clearly noticed it too. Mingling with the long procession of sea creatures, he swept his gaze around and asked:
"What do you think is causing it?"
The Clown Doll frowned deeply and said:
"Doesn't this remind you a little of a hive mind? Most insects in a colony have nothing but simple instincts and the bare minimum of intelligence, but under a queen's control and orders, they can display extraordinary efficiency and collective coordination."
Something stirred in Lynn's mind, and he said:
"You're saying this mass migration isn't spontaneous, but that a single consciousness is directing all of it?"
The Clown Doll studied every fish passing in front of them and said:
"It's just a guess, but it's quite possible."
"Haven't you noticed? There are at least a hundred species of fish and bizarre sea creatures in this area alone. Some of them don't have any intelligence at all, yet they're still moving in unison. That alone defies common sense. It's like you and a dog being two different creatures, yet reading and studying in perfect sync. Don't you think that's strange?"
Lynn said, "I know you're giving an example, but what exactly do you mean by lumping me in with a dog? Would it kill you to pick