Entry 008
Monday, May 23rd, 3:16 P.M.
Day 3506 Year 800 AWFTA
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My anniversary day went well. The Martian is a fascinating creature who never bores you. She is firm in her beliefs, and has a sense of humor. I am glad I took the time to get to know her.
At the passing of three earth-days, I will be graduating to the next level of earth-school. It will also be the beginning of a two month break in school days. I am relieved that there is this break. It will be my chance to rest and make new discoveries here on earth.
Right now, I am currently resting. For the past few days, I have not had the blessing of much sleep. I was forced to battle several glitches in the system that materialized into solid form. The earthlings never have this problem. For that I envy them. My current situation is not to be revealed as of yet. I must rest. Fare thee well, or as we say, Peace BTA, Yours.
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Entry 007
Tuesday, May 10th, 11:40 A.M.
Day 3493 Year 800 AWFTA
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Warning: with what little of the Plutonian Gift I have retained, I have detected impending maliciousness on the part of the Neptunians. I regret to say my detection comes without further proof, but I WILL keep my eye on these beings, for I know something is disturbed.
Earth continues to confuse me deeply. They use machines here for everything. They appear to be lazy and purposeless beings without concern for their environment. However, as time goes on, I've come to pity them. They are not blessed with any form of the Plutonian Gift. I'm beginning to understand why they use machines. They need some of them to survive. They become too dependent on them and then the machines become their lives. I do not enjoy it here. I much prefer Pluto. But I am beginning to understand.
I miss Home. To the coordinator of this mission: Tell Lyf, Mim-Fliir, and Da-Areon I love them, and that they will be in my heart on my anniversary/birthday. Two more earth-days.
Peace BTA, Yours.
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Entry 006
Saturday, May 7th, 7:57 P.M.
Day 3490 Year 800 AWFTA (I've finally calculated our date)
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Soon, when five days have passed, it will be Day 3495 back home, and here the date will be May 12th. This day is significant because it is the anniversary of my birth. Here on Earth, these anniversaries occur more often because years are much shorter. The earthen term for such a day is 'birthday.' I will be 16 in earth years.
I've discovered something that amuses me enormously. We have sports back on Pluto such as Sorphten and Hangsfyr. I've begun to study the sports of Earth. My favorite, the subject of my amusement, is called 'Baseball.' It is very different from any of our sports, but I would compare it most to Hangsfyr. There are two leagues in America, the National and the American. There are 16 teams in the national league; 14 in the American. 2 teams play each game. A typical team consists of 25 players, usually all male. Each team has a few of what are called pitchers. The pitcher throws a ball about the size of our fyr ball to a member of the opposing team, who waits with a wooden stick and tries to whack the ball with the stick, which is called a 'bat'. If he succeeds, he tries to run around the playing area, called a 'diamond', and touch four bases in this order: first base, second base, third base, and home. If the player makes it home, he scores a point. This is just a summary; for there are many more rules. But how amusing!
No further information concerning the Aliens. Peace BTA, Yours.
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Entry 005
Tuesday, May 3rd, 7:54 P.M.
Plutonian date unknown
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I am very sorry for my lack of communication these past several days. Our power system, which relies mainly on the Plutonian Gift (our powers), has undergone a few complications. Since the Plutonian Gift is limited or useless on Earthen soil, which I find quite frustrating, the system went faulty and crashed. I have since been trying to build a new system, and if you are reading this, I was successful.
In regard to Earthen discoveries, at "School" today the administrators and a few "seniors" (those pertaining to the highest grade) put on an emotionally throbbing display of an action called "Driving Under the Influence." That means that an individual is either drugged, or has ingested a substance called alcohol, which is a putrid substance that puts even the most respected and intelligent minds to shame, and then drive their vehicles. The fools don't seem to understand that this "influence" impairs your judgement. Anyway, said individuals simulated a vehicle "accident" and then removed a child from class each fifteen minutes to represent a teen being killed by Driving Under the Influence. Then they simulated a funeral. This was an experience that angered me, because on Pluto this would be unheard of. Nobody ever perishes using their wings! Nor is there any substance that impairs your mind!
As for the alien species, I am soon going to contact them and ask to be introduced in person. Peace by the Almighty, Yours.
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Entry 004
Monday, April 11th, 3:36 P.M.
Plutonian date unknown
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Good news, my fellow Plutonians! The Martians' main political force, the United Martian Territories, has agreed to sign the Treaty. I am confident that their cooperation will strengthen our Union.
As of the intent of the Neptunians, I am not sure. They have contacted me and asked to join the Union, however I have sensed through my relationship with the Almighty a hint of maliciousness in their action. I am not sure, nor do I have proof, but something seems wrong. They may sign the Treaty, but I suggest we keep a watchful eye on them.
My exploits at the Earthen "School" are fairly unimportant. I was not highly regarded by any of the local children, nor by any of the superior beings of the organization. I was rather an outcast, but this is not valuable information. What is, is that the method of education is intolerable. They force their young to endure against their will seven hours of nonsense that is unessential for their lives and careers. My opinion that Earth is premature for the Union still stands.
I remain your humble servant, Natrinity.
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Entry 003
Saturday, April 9th, 4:10 P.M.
Plutonian date unknown
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I have made contact with the Martians! I was able to do so by the alert virus I implanted in these transmissions. The virus returned to me, signaling that the transmission had been intercepted and also informing me of the location of the interception. It turned out to be the Martians.
I sent them an attachment containing the Treaty. In their response (Which I am very pleased with), they informed me that they had sent it back to their supreme leader. I am pending further information regarding their decision.
I have also detected more Neptunian activity on this frequency. I believe they may have intercepted the attachment with the Treaty. I have yet to make contact with them.
As of the Earthlings, their accommodations have proved to be comfortable, but lack a certain natural appeal that all Plutonian dwellings possess. I have just enrolled in a thing the earthlings call "School." It is their method of education. I will fill you in on this subject after my first day.
Surveoer 13909 Out.
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Entry 002
Thursday, April 7th, 3:45 P.M.
Plutonian date unknown
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I have been doing some inspection of this new and interesting planet, and have discovered something I find quite annoying. The earthling "Humans," as they call themselves, are extremely unfortunate. It seems that the Almighty has not gifted them the hidden wings we Plutonians rely on so heavily. PREPOSTEROUS!!!!! How do these poor creatures survive? I suppose it is my duty to answer that very question.
I have begun my operation by finding a generous Earthling named 'Wayne' who is willing to allow me to stay in his home. Actually, this is not the entire truth. I have used my Plutonian mind powers to convince him that I am his own child. Though I now have the advantage of observing the Earthling's home from the inside, my powers are greatly depleted. It seems that since I have arrived, they have become weaker, as if not allowed on this territory. I must make do without them.
On the topic of foreign activity, the scanner that I have constructed has picked up faint traces of Neptune and even stronger traces of Martian Activity. I am determined to find and contact these foreigners, as to propose the treaty of the Union of the Gallactic Forces. They must be an advanced species, as they have immigrated and formed covert operations on this planet before we even landed from orbit.
Well, that concludes my log for today. I will report with further information at a later time.
Surveyor 13909 Signing off.
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Entry 001
Wednesday, April 6th, 4:13 P.M.
Plutonian date unknown
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I was fortunate to have a safe landing from the orbit I had previously commenced. I am not aware as to the location of the other surveyors, but I believe there may be more here than just earthlings.
I have discovered that the dominant species on planet Earth is the same as ours, only they call themselves "Humans." They are strange creatures, as they live in hand-built structures called houses. I much prefer the natural caves of Pluto. Since my arrival, I have decided to call the planet primitive. Their method of transportation is beyond outrageous. They move from place to place in these large ground-skimming things called vehicles. We all know that the wings we were gifted by the Almighty Himself are the only method of transportation worthy of use.
I am now required to power down. I must perform my duties of surveying the planet and assessing whether it is valid for joining the Union of the Gallactic Forces. I will continue to search for other life forms as well, as I have suspected they are present.
Surveyor 13909 Signing off.
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