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Cod World

"Did you see the northern lights last night?" Captain Geiry asks. He smiles and tosses up his right hand, which is gloved by red insulated rubber, then shakes his head. "They were . . . amazing."

The Hottest Blood

Under the Miami skyline, beneath bits of trash collected at the margin of the Florida current, a tiny female creature struggles on a warm, moonless night in April. She is only six millimeters long, opaque, with a head larger than her body. Electric impulses run down her developing spinal cord, twitching her trunk and tail side to side, side to side, in a motion that won't stop until she dies.