"Where am I...," mused a lost soul.
"How am I supposed to know?" Inquired the space whale.
"Oh...," the soul twisting around, "didn't see you there... umm... who are you?"
"I am me," replied the space whale placidly.
The soul contemplated the answer and found it reasonable he was after all himself. "Well, I am myself... what brings you here?"
"Just floating around just like yourself."
"Right..., but... umm where am I?"
"In space of course."
Looking around seeing the stars and emptiness around him he concluded that yes, he was in fact in space.
"Ahh, yes it would appear so."
The two floated in absolute silence neither feeling any need to break the silence.
The soul in silence staring at the eight eyed, six flipper whale looking creature in wondering if it would be classified as some sort of spider.
The space whale looked back in return at the multicolored outermost membrane of the soul.
"Would you like to go to a planet." Ventured the space whale.
Not having anything to do and quite frankly not wanting to be alone the soul said, "Sure, why not."
"Was that a, yes?"
"Yes."
"Hold on tight," said the space whale stretching a colossal flipper toward the soul touching the soul. The soul in return in its blobby form did his best to attach to the space whale flipper with a surprising amount of success.
'How long will it take to go to a solar system?' Pondered the soul clinging on the space whale like a barnacle. 'A hundred years at least…, probably more though. I'll probably go insane in a few months; it is not as if there is anything to do but look at the stars after all and the… creature? Entity? Whale? Doesn't seem like the talkative type.'
The space whale began moving and from what the soul could tell slowly though he couldn't quite tell with there being no wind resistance nor a good point to deduce the approximate speed of the space whale.
This is when the space whale made a click that reminded him that whales had echolocation. Although something that didn't remind him of a whale was the wormhole that appeared in front of the whale and himself showing a planet, albeit far away.
The world was largely blue, due to water though the soul, with three or so continents from what the soul could see, and a moon— no two moons, 'must make the ocean difficult to navigate,' the soul presumed.
Another click came from the space whale with a large wave coming from the front of the front of the space whale's head.
The soul remained silent waiting to be addressed.
"I need you to enter my mouth." Said the space whale plainly.
The soul cautiously agreed not want to be left in space hundreds of thousands of miles away from a planet as a blob.
The soul easily unstuck himself from the space whale's flipper and did his best to wiggle his gelatinous form towards the space whale's mouth with no success.
"Propel yourself with your energy." The space whale helpfully commented.
"Right… how do I do that?" Asked the soul.
"By propelling yourself with your energy." The space whale added.
"Right…" trailing off in his equivalent of a head 'how do I do that.' The soul once again attempted to try and wiggle it's self towards the mouth of the space whale ending with the same result, he had not moved, due to the vacuous nature of space. Failing quite spectacularly he tried to take the advice, if could call it that, of the space whale and tried propelling him self with his 'energy.' The soul tried compressing himself before lunging out causing an expulsion of a blueish wispy particles to be expelled from the soul's backside propelling himself forward into the intended direction of the space whale's mouth, albeit rather slowly, it would now only be a matter of time before he would reach the space whale's mouth.
Slowly drifting in space, the soul in no particular hurry compressed itself again and waited to get a good enough angle to push himself into the space whale's mouth.
Again, once properly aligned with the gaping mouth of the space whale the soul expelled its contents away from the space whale propelling itself into the mouth of the space whale.
The soul hoped that the whale had not just gotten tried of itself and decided to eat him. Though he had already resigned himself to such a fate, taking solace in the much worse possibility of the whale just leaving him alone in space. To be in all likely hood destroyed by the green planet's ozone layer when he inevitably is pull into its gravitational pull, though he supposed it would likely be a relief with him probably going insane long before due to the lack of any stimuli.
So, without any fanfare the soul entered the mouth of the space whale. And in the rapidly closed mouth of the whale the soul could not decide which is worse that he'd just been willingly eaten by a space whale or that if he hadn't, he could have possibly gone insane otherwise.
The top of the whale's mouth glowed allowing the soul to see, a small comfort, supposed the soul.
"Touch the tendrils." Said the whale calmly.
'Tendrils…,' looking around the soul saw what the whale must have meant, purple glowing tentacles hanging from the top plate of the whale mouth. The soul used it only means of pulsating to get to the tentacles attached to it as easily as he had attached to the space whale's flipper.
"Now what." Inquired the soul.
"I have scanned your essence, and I am now in the midst of finding you an acceptable vessel that you won't reject." Replied the space whale.
The two waited in silence for four hundred seventy-two Mississippis, by the count of the soul, not including the thirty or so Mississippis that the soul waited for further explanation only to realize that the space whale had stopped speaking and would not likely not speak until it presumably had a list of possible vessels for himself.
"There is not a suitable vessel above a seventy percent match to your essence." Stated the space whale plain. "Leave my mouth and attach your self once more to my appendage."
Following as directed the soul left the mouth of the space whale and returned to the flipper firmly attaching himself.
"I'm attached now." Said the soul
Without a word the space whale began moving to different habitable planet one that had the conditions for sustained life.
The process of the space whale making a wormhole scanning the suitable planet for a suitable vessel and telling the soul to touch of the purple glowing tendrils repeated itself several times.