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Log KappaAfter showering a few more times, I was finally able to get to sleep.  As I expected, my subconscious was just as cruel to me as it could have possibly been.  In my dream, I was forced for some reason to continue hanging out with Steven.  I remember trying to convince him that I was an alien by double-tapping off the holographic disguise device, but his response to that was just to drag me down to a shop to figure out where my tentacles could be pierced to show maximum contempt for our capitalist overlords.  In all fairness, I should have woken up screaming, but instead, I jolted up to the sudden sound of a blaring alarm."Alert!  ...

Log AlphaAm I using this thing right?  There's nowhere to type or anything, so how--Oh.  I guess it's just reading my thoughts to take a log.  It's so weird that I'm able to understand what's on the screen at all, but I suppose any system that's able to directly interpret brainwaves is going to be able to let me read its output.  That's not really important, though.  What matters is that I'm able to record all of what happened to me in case there's anyone else who finds this.  I'm pretty sure that my personal logs are private, so I can recount exactly what happened today without fear of...her...discovering me.  When did this start, again?R...

Log GammaOkay, I think it's gone.  If you do see something there that looks like me getting deflated and turned into a dollish girl, I'd appreciate it if you would just pretend it's not there.Phase 5 was next, right?  As before, there was a little announcement sign.  "Phase 5:  Primary Retroviral Transmogrification".  Like the first phase, this one was accompanied by a little digital readout.  Instead of showing weight, though, this one gave a percentage indicator, starting at 0%.  Used to seeing stuff coming from the top of the tube, I was a little surprised to see a single spray nozzle emerge from the lower right side of my view.  Almost...

Log SigmaI don't know if it's because of some sort of karma or maybe just the confidence boost from seeing how useless Stephanie's crew is, but we've been on a bit of a lucky streak over the past few days.  My clearly insane rival wasn't terribly happy about losing her big catch, but if she blames me for it she hasn't said anything.  It's also possible that she's embarrassed to talk to me at all after she ordered one of her subordinates to shoot me.  Repeatedly.  In either case, she got really pissed in general and started stepping up her efforts to recruit new crew members.  The uplink that Morgan managed to install has been a godsend in ...

Log EpsilonOne person.I had to choose one person to be my first victim.  I remember thinking very distinctly that I wouldn't have wished what was happening to me on my worst enemy.  I took it as a point of pride, that I was better than some imaginary other version of me who would've loaded everyone who had ever so much as looked at me funny into the ship for conversion, drawing it out in the worst fashion possible.  The other me would have personally gone down, gloated over his enemies' predicament, listed off every one of their crimes against me before pronouncing judgement on them.  Maybe even figured out a way to turn off part of the pa...

Log ThetaAndrea had been practically silent through the entire process of...whatever that was.  Even after the transmission was over, she mostly just stood there watching to see what I would do.  Eventually, I guess I had to be the one to speak up.  It took me a while to think of how to start, so of course what I came up with was just as useful as you'd expect."...so?"Andrea turned to me, taking a step closer to my chair before answering back analytically.  "That wasn't really a bad idea, stalling a ridiculous plot by coming up with an even more ridiculous one.  I'm impressed at how you were able to think on your feet.  I'm curious, though...

Log ZetaOh, no.  Oh, no, no, no.  I couldn't have heard what I thought I had heard.  I looked up, hesitantly, at the viewscreen.   Sure enough, the guy wasn't just staring ahead blankly.  He was straining to do it, but he was moving.  Just like my ear had, but all over.  He was restrained and was losing weight rapidly, and groaning in discomfort.  I had to do something, but I couldn't just stop the transformation.  So I used my tentacles to practically vault myself over my chair, ran into the lift, and directed it to take me to the conversion bay.  With no idea why I was doing it, I ran into the room where the victim was as the suction tub...

Log ChiAs I made my way up toward the door to the capital's largest building, I mentally prepared myself for the arduous climb ahead.  Despite Denise's assurances that she would be able to stop the Overlords and their brainwashed bimbo slaves from following me, I still felt a sense of dire urgency.  If she, Suzie, Felicia and the others were unable to keep them at bay for very long, it's very likely that they'd be able to catch me before I made it up to the roof, and that would be the end of this story and all that you'd be reading now would be pulled out of the backup data they got out of my brain or security recordings as I made my way u...

Log LambdaAs I was finishing up the last log, I realized something.  To someone reading that, I was thinking that it could have been a bit exciting.  Running out of air, having to rush down to Earth with what equipment we could gather to try and save ourselves from some nasty asphyxiation, all a lot of edge of the seat-type stuff.  For just a moment, I thought to myself, "You know, the fact that they're reading the log means that you made it out okay and were able to do the log."  Kind of anticlimactic, and for a while, it was a bit disappointing, but then I remembered that I wasn't logging myself to entertain people.  I've got a world to ...

Log OmegaSo, it's been a few weeks since our adventure ended, and not only my crew, but the Gynarian people themselves have had a lot of tough decisions to make.  It's been a fairly trying time, but I'm pretty proud of the fact that not a single one of the matrons have been lynched for their unwitting role in the grand conspiracy.  In fact, the rebels have been recognized by the matrons as heroes in their own right, and Felicia and many of her rebels have been appointed security positions in McGillicuddy city, where they swear fealty to the people of Gynaria rather than the Matrons themselves.  While they'll often work in tandem with the G...

Log PhiSorry about leaving the log on a bit of a cliffhanger like that.  Stuff's happening right now, and I'm likely to have to do that a few more times.  Just bear with me, lately I feel like telling this to everyone is important for different reasons than before.So, it was me, Matron Suzie, and a squad of about half a dozen Gynarian rebels led by a disgruntled former recruit named Felicia, and we'd just gotten the door to a larger chamber open.  While what was behind us was exactly the sort of thing you'd expect from an alien space ship, save the immaculate state it was in, what lay beyond was the last thing any of us would have foreseen...

Log UpsilonAs I was being dragged down the stairs, I tried to think long and hard about the series of events that led me to be exactly where I was.  Specifically, how I ended up in a sexy female alien body on a decidedly less sexy alien planet, paralyzed and being dragged down the stairs by a rebel terrorist of the aforementioned sexy female alien race.  Turns out, though, that being carried down dozens of flights of stairs with no ability to stabilize your head doesn't lend itself to being a situation where you can really take stock of things.  After that, I tried to focus on moving, remembering that even though I had failed miserably to ...

Log PsiIf there's one thing you should've learned from my last log, it's that my crew is capable enough to be able to do all of the things that I can't.  Despite all my shortcomings, however, they still trusted me enough that when I told them not to shoot, they all snapped their zorkas down, despite the loud whirring and clanking noises that were coming from the darkened area where the door used to be.  It's a good thing, too, because a few seconds later, Matron Suzie stomped out of the stairwell and onto the roof.I say "stomped" not because she was angry or anything, but because that's pretty much the only sort of movement the battlesuit ...

Log OmicronThere's...a good chance that you down there on Earth are going to remember some of this part of what happened.  The second set of videos, they got like three million views each, so statistically some of you reading it saw them or some of the responses they garnered.  However, judging off the still ridiculously low view count on the first video, I'm guessing that basically no one watched that one.  To know why the second series was the way it was, you really should watch the first attempt to help understand the context.  Since I'm still not counting on that, or even on you being able to find it--seriously, only forty-three views?...

Codename9: from a cold room(Title page, riley sleeping in between the twins and another guy’s head on her leg)I’m so glad you could join us here, general, sir. We appreciate your offer to fund out newest project.” “No need to flatter me, Dr. Johan. I haven’t promised to fund you yet; I still need results before I approve to continue with this.” Oh don’t worry sir. We have done so much with what you have given us already.” The little dark scientist played with the cuffs of his sleeves as he led the blonde general past large murky holding tanks, holding horrors inside. “You see, we think that the reason the subjects went insane for the most ...

Log NuSo, I didn't really need to make any logs for a few weeks.  Morgan helped me make a report back to the Gynarian Matrons, explaining what had "gone wrong" with the ship since our saboteur technician's arrival to give her a reason to stay with the crew for as long as possible.  Aside from the occasional warning siren going off for what I've come to assume is no real reason, nothing has really been happening.  We did get a few new recruits, though, all of them apparently culled from among Sasha's Human acquaintances.  Lianna is our linguistics officer, and speaks eight languages, not counting the two fantasy ones she learned how to spea...

Ch. 16: The Horrible Sing-Along! Of Pain! [UPDATE COMPLETE. SYSTEMS COMPATIBLE.] The words flashed onto the screen, big and bold and white. Following the message was a slew of numbers and code that Shedeciphered with just a glance. " Confirmed," She said aloud. Her systems connected through at last and a list appeared on the screen. /Identification: ZIM /PAK Encoding: FOOD SERVICE DRONE /Status: PRETTY DARN SHORT /Location: Planet Earth, "Michigan," [unknown] /Age: 151y 3mo 2w 4d 15h 6min 56s /Memory Bank: 231,094 files saved from organic memory [error corrupt] She processed every one of the memories, corrupt or no, in picoseconds. Most o...

Stacey awoke and had a breakfast of a picture or two (they oddly weren't as filling as before), and waltzed on into the Command Prompt.Since a few might be wondering, she doesn't really do anything in there anyway, as the PC's Owner really only uses her when his computer breaks down (which isn't often). Mostly she sits around and stares at the few lines of code that come through every once in a while and takes a look at them to see if there's a mistake or a problem... Which is also pretty rare since again, she's never really being used anymore. Stacey didn't really understand why Sarah freaks out so much about this job but what can she do?...

Log EtaSo, Andrea's a little...different from me.  She still remembers being human like I do, and as far as I can tell she wants to help me to save the world from the eventual Gynarian invasion, but she's taken to the transformation much better than I have.  I don't know if it's because I picked right when I chose someone to be the target, or if Morgan had done some minor sabotage to whatever was supposed to scramble her brain, but she is, as near as I can tell, as close to a natural Gynarian as someone can get.  Her movements have a more pronounced sway, and she seems to just know how to use her tail and tentacles to balance herself and e...

Alright, so I'm still here.  The fact that I'm making a log at all is going to be an indication of the fact that I didn't die.  I still stand behind my apologies, though.  It was all stuff that I just needed to get off my chest anyways.Given how I was reacting to the events, you might think that while I was making my log entry I was simultaneously planning an all-out assault on Stephanie's ship.  This wasn't exactly the case.  Sure, Rosalin was prepping for that, but she kind of does that all the time regardless of whether we're in any immediate danger.  I probably should have included the last little bit before I made the log, but I was i...

2020 – Terra Base, Kenansville, Florida"No. No. No, no, no no no nonono!" The blond eight year old shook her pale head back and forth as best she could in the restraints as she lie on the hospital bed. She still looked drugged.  "You guys did not do this to me.  This is some kind of hallucinogenic thing, right?"Tom Marsden, the program director, stepped forward from the trio of men gathered at the foot of the bed, "I'm sorry, Steve, but she was the only suitable candidate on short notice.  Finding someone with a neural pattern similar enough to yours for a transfer of all memories and knowledge is hard to do, much less on short notice.  It...

Mindy Gets Her Wish By Eric Franklin © 2010~*1*~Gazing at the mesh near her Master's blue dot, Jeannie picked another crossing at random. Immediately, it grew into a new window, revealing a young-adult teenaged-girl with hints of the Middle East in her complexion and facial features, but nothing really strong that Jeannie could determine. She sat in front of Jeannie's screen in a bedroom brightly lit by that Saturday morning's sun and gazing rather amazedly back. Jeannie was getting used to seeing such stunned faces through those windows, so she smiled to the teenager, hoping that would allay any fears. She soon discovered that she need no...

Log PiIf this is the last log you all see from this, like if an astronaut finds our ship once the power's out and the cloaking device stops working and digs through it and sees these records, I want to start by making some apologies.  Mom, I was the one that knocked your signed photo of Pat Benetar off the mantle and ended up tearing a hole in it.  I know that the cat I blamed died four years ago, but it was still wrong of me to make Nibbles take the fall.Melissa, when I broke up with you it wasn't because I felt that I was weighing you down.  I'm pretty sure you guessed that much.  It was because that one time I went over to your house an...

    Several people in the Techtropolis Space Station were making sure everything was set up. For the first time in their history, they were to send a person to another dimension. Many thought it impossible, but history was being made at this time. Every person was rallied to make sure their latest operation went off without a hitch.    Amidst the booming P.A., and loud shouts of squad leaders, a lithe woman, clad in a light blue suit, ran to an advanced vehicle, built somewhat like a truck. Once inside the seat, she flickered on all necessary switches, and activated her comm line. The last thing she did was adjust her mirror, showing a ref...