Android #652

Earth Date February 22, 2021

Android #652

Log #6

    This assignment has proven to be far more complicated than anticipated. The humans are difficult to get along with in most places I’ve traveled here. The land they call the United States of America is by far the strangest, and currently where I am now as this is being logged. I’m sitting on an old rotten log out in the natural realm of this planet, which I have found is the one thing on Earth that actually makes any sort of sense. It is the only place any sort of creature could find peace and relaxation, but they are completely unaware of the true powers within it. The humans seem to just use it for their own resource for survival. Their own perversions blind them from seeing the true realities in front of them.

    Just last night I went to mingle with a group of humans I met on a walk earlier in the day. They seemed like decent creatures and I was very interested in their tight-knit group. We shared some drinks, which has no effect on my android mind, but I drink it anyway for the purpose of fitting in. As it turns out, they had intentions that I could not participate in. It seems, like all the other places I’ve traveled here, the obsession with their sex organs remains the main priority of their existence. Being an Android I have nothing programmed for this action, so I declined to join, which resulted in verbal abuse from the humans and I left the scene without hesitation. For whatever reason I was not made with the ability to perform the sexual acts of humans, because of this I find myself not able to mingle properly on this planet.

    I intend to record this log and send it to my command station for an immediate removal from this assignment before I am discovered for what I really am. The inhabitants of Earth are inadequate for the technology my body carries. It must not fall into their hands to discover and run free with. They will turn it into a tool for their own perversions.

    For example: They have a communication system called “cell phones” that are basically handheld computers. I have witnessed them being used to fulfill sexual fantasies so perverse it would even bother the Fart Snatchers of the planet Assdur. My very own built-in communications are not compatible with the devices these creatures use. They are far more advanced and would basically fry the internals of these cheaply made contraptions. The humor that was programmed into my system does not fit with the simple minded beings of this world, so I would have nothing to share even if I could.

    I have come to the solid conclusion that not all planets are ready for certain knowledge of the technical world, Earth being on the very top of that list. Within the many different ways I have tried to fit in through behavior and technology, neither way can break that barrier that will forever separate you, my creators, from their primitive way of life.

    There are some exceptions here on Earth that must be mentioned. Not all humans use these devices for such monstrous things. Those that don’t live a life by some book written based on what they call “religion”. These types of humans are even more complicated for me to fit in with. I am not wired to fathom the idea of their beliefs, as they call them. I have become argumentative on many occasions with these Jesus people. After being thrown out of the place of their worship, also known as a church, for starting an argument with a preacher, I decided I would never be able to fit in with this crowd and immediately checked that off the list.

    The technology the humans have already discovered may possibly be the reason for their eventual demise. They are a very confrontational existence. In some groups its fun to insult one another, but there is also a line not to be crossed, which I found difficulty in grasping this concept. I had a few altercations with some pretty tough humans. Big greasy fellows born for war and destruction unknown to my wired android mind. One almost took my robotic jaw clean off its hinges. Luckily, I was saved by some bystanders that knew this brute would kill me in an instant. The use of the technical world they know goes full swing into their destructive and war ridden habits all through their small history. It seems the development of it is strictly for that purpose, and, of course, the perversions I have already discussed.

    The solitude of the wilderness on Earth is where I have found I fit in more accurately, and a place to hide in a difficult situation, apparently. This is probably because I was created in a world where the natural realm ranks supreme above all else. I assume the point of this experiment was to find a like-minded being to communicate with. This is not it, I assure you, my creators. Turn away immediately after I am collected from this dismal place where no Android could possibly fit in. These humans are vile misguided creatures with not much purpose other than to overpopulate their own planet and turn it into a pile of waste. Fitting in is an impossibility as a highly intelligent creation from a distant planet they wouldn’t even be able to comprehend in their primal state. Please, I urge, do not leave me to rot on this rock. I have no place here and the word FEAR comes to mind to describe the state I have found myself in, although the feeling of that word is unknown to me but the description fits well. My android body will be discovered to be studied and raped of all my programming if I am not retrieved quickly and unnoticed.

    My one last attempt at fitting in with this planet was awful and unlike anything known to where I come from. I gave into the craze for violence that this world so desperately clings to upon every rising sun. After I fled the depraved sex fiends I found myself walking down a trail in the nearby woods. I heard the shrill scream of one of the female humans and rough snarly voices telling her to close her mouth. I approached cautiously to get a grasp on the situation before me. Two dingy dressed men seemed to be attacking the female. I recalled seeing a program on the human television of a similar action and I remembered how pleased the real humans had been when a man killed the attackers to save the female. One of the men had a gun and the other only carried a knife. I sprang from behind a tree grabbing the man with the gun and disarmed him. I pulled the trigger twice, killing both men. I looked at the female, pleased of my swift and clean actions, but she looked horrified and ran as fast as she could away from me. I stood there motionless trying to analyze what just happened. Again, an Android does not fit in on Earth. The sirens came soon after and I knew if I stayed here things would get much worse for me.

    The dogs bark off in the distance, they now have my scent, but it will be days before they find me. My life battery is getting low.

    Android #652 requesting evacuation...message sent.

    ...no response...