Came to think about the missile turned into a sperm whale in Hitchhiker's guide to the galaxy,
»And wow! Hey! What’s this thing suddenly coming towards me very fast? Very very fast. So big and flat and round, it needs a big wide sounding name like … ow … ound … round … ground! That’s it! That’s a good name – ground!
I wonder if it will be friends with me?
And the rest, after a sudden wet thud, was silence.«
We, humans, are that whale.