We were looking in the wrong places: the four big moons, the rock and ice, the oceans below. They were down there, they were everywhere, they were here the whole time, just not the way we expected. No shape we recognized, no shape at all.
If they evolved in Jupiter’s atmosphere, or if it’s a colony, it doesn’t matter. They own it all now. Probably Saturn too, Neptune, Uranus.
I wonder if we’ll ever be able to communicate. I wonder how old they are. I wonder if they’ve been coming to Earth and posing as ghosts, as a practical joke.