Nuclear Barrels Far, Fish Safe

Half the sea is murky gray, dotted with fish bones—our fault: dumping nuclear barrels, robbing fish of their home, leaving whales listless. A purple-haired mermaid clutches a dolphin; its clouded eyes ask, “Why’s our home dirty?” The glowing drone is a rescuer: propellers spin, gears hum, activating a nuclear decomposer. It charges barrels, “devouring” harm into harmless foam. We once hurt the ocean; now we fix it. The machine turns murk blue: fish swim, whales sing. Clear streaks spread, corals straighten—the ocean wakes. The mermaid whispers, “Our home will clean.” Fish swim toward clear