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Infiltrator’s Log, Stardate 21003.5 - The Year of Our Makron

We have begun our initial invasion of the Terran System. Reinforcements are to arrive within the next forty-eight earth hours due to an unexpected amount of resistance. I however remain deeply entrenched behind enemy lines, forced to take on the role of one of these undignified primates. So as to not arouse suspicions I have taken it upon myself to collect as much behavioral knowledge as possible on this species. Though I would rather not be the one to field test these findings, I hope that the home world will find them useful in our conquest.

I have thus far managed to obfuscate my normal system routines using said observations. I had to configure my recharging cycle to appear as “sleep”. Furthermore, I have had to convince the GDF soldiers of my humanity by going to the bathroom occasionally. I shudder to discuss the details of these primitive creatures’ anatomy. The only thing that gets me through to the next day is the thought of you, my beautiful Motherboard, and our seven little cogs. I do hope that they are all in good health, still going for regular tune-ups, and of course understand why their Server must be away. They and their upgrades will never have to worry about protein replacements again if we achieve victory in this sector of the universe.

I must sadly finish this correspondence, lest the half-evolved minds of my “fellow soldiers” pick up on the transmission. It is encoded of course, but they are quick to become nervous, especially when it is related to something that they cannot understand. I shall relay my memory cycles again once I have the chance. Really though, sometimes I wish that I were an Aggressor or a Technician. Their inability to think beyond the Makron’s wishes must be comforting at times. I however must endure the pain of being away from my Network at home.

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