Zegifreel

I saw an earthling displaying its tribal markings today. The female earthling had the insignia emblazoned across her back. The strange shapes bore no meaning but I identified her tribe as 'True love never dies'. This tribe seems to be avoided by the other earthlings, as many were wary of this one and those of her kind. From what I could gather this tribe seek to turn themselves into machines. Various parts of their exterior are full of curious pieces of metal that appear to be inserted directly through their flesh. I suppose they believe once they have enough of this metal inserted into their being they will be able to transform themselves into a machine. Their progress is primitive however; they clearly need larger pieces of metal or else they will never achieve their goal.

F. Roy Dean Shlippe

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"Chocolate!"

Zegifreel

The tiny earthlings are so feeble and small. The are incapable of doing anything for themselves, and the adult earthlings fuss every time the little one makes a sound. The adults behave strangely around the little ones, they communicate in a foreign language with the infant, a strange melody of cooing and babbling. The infant sometimes answers in this strange language, but usually it just makes that hideous noise that makes me shudder. I think the infants eat their own mother in order to grow. I saw one gnawing its mother's teat, but she didn't notice, she was smiling. Maybe the infants use a venom so she cannot feel it as it devours her.

Perigree Moonfire

Went in search of nourishment this eve. I came upon a place that purports to sell a substance known as Kebabish. Strips of fresh taken from an animal roasting on a spit are put into a small pouch of uknown material. Humans eat these after consuming large amounts of what my olfactory senses tell me are fermented vegetable liquids. Furthermore, this liquid seems to play an important part in the Earthlings mating ritual I witnesses previously. I intend to investigate this matter further.

FW Sgazer

If 56*231 / 49*793 at Strineghiem velocity, then Crandirorht megalith will be in the fifty-seventh partile of galaxy 5191 on uiversal star day 76543890, the trajectory of which will interefer with this planet's attachement to its star. In approximatley 459 Earth days.
Friends, should we warn them? Or like all good time space travellers, must we remain silent and refrain from interefering?
They talk of man-made and nature on this planet. Surely, human is a natural produce of this planet?
What of their data and information systems? So crude, compared with our telepath info-systems. Oh, if only we were allowed to experiment. To draw them in. See if they responded.
If we did, though, the ehtics board would exterminate us.

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Flantork - many earth hours later

On reflection...perhaps a small amount of this planets skin will suffice for research purposes?

All three of my leg strudels are sore and stained with skin juices...blaysh!

I had managed to collect a small amount, picking at the individual strands of skin, when an earth dweller cantered up to me. He (an assumption based on the dwellers plumage) was a sprightly young quadruped with glistening jowls.

His attempts to communicate were fairly limited, and I am still trying to determine exactly what it is that this being wishes to tell me so desperately, however I have so far established that "ROWLF!" is a suitable and common greeting.