Seeding Mission Commencing

Starlog 001-07 ~

Earth's atmospher is compatabil to our species. I have a choosen an Earth name based on radio wave signals we deciphered when entering Earth's solar system ... from this point on I shall refer to myself as Eliza Doo ... Eliza Doo Wydow proper.

I have secured a human dwelling. Though this thing called 'simoleons' are hard to come by. I don't possess the proper paperwork or knowledge of their society to truly make any myself. Luckily the seeding process calls for the Earth tradition...'marriage' which roughly translate to 'what's his is now mine'. Since our offspring will require the life force of the Earth breeder I should have ample opportunity to aquire these 'simoleons' and thus the luxuries of this planet.

A few specimens show up to welcome me. I scanned them for potential breeder compatability but found these particular specimens to be less then desirable.

I found this four legged furred species to be very desirable... not for breeding of course but possibly for future companionship. It's intelligence has so far shown to be much higher than the local breeder pool.

I decided to broaden my search and took a yellow transport vehicle to a community lot where I met some much more desirable specimens. I am especially interested in one called Blazej. I have yet to learn the proper pronounciation for this name however. And this thing they calle music... it moves me!

I spend my time trying to aquire all the knowledge needed to assimilate into this society. Cooking seem to be of the utmost importance.

I am about ready for my first breeding attempt. I only need to win over Blazej a bit more. I've decided to try something I read about. Dating.

This dating thing was amazing. Not only did I fully render Blazej under my control but I found the experience equally pleasurable as well. Seeding Earth with my DNA may not be as hard as I first thought.

I followed the customary breeder ceremony and offered up a metal and mineral ring to secure Blazej as my mate. I also must buy some artificial lights when I have more of those pesky simoleons.

Blazej has accepted my proposed breeder arrangment. He has added to the dwelling funds $8000 and a small collection of sellable goods.

I continue to try and master the skills nessessary to survive here but find the task daunting. There must be an easier way.

Ahhhh, now this is what I'm talking about! Skilling my style.

The time has come. Blazej has donated his money, items and even his knowlege to me... time for his DNA.

Again I am surprised that this primative exchange of DNA is so pleasurable. Though I think I almost broke Blazej. It took three tries to ensure fertilization.

Later that night Blazej engaged in a strange recreation game called 'Running With Scissors' .... looks dangerous...

I knew it was dangerous... however such is the only possible end to a successful breeding with my kind.

As my offspring grows I find myself more and more depleted of energy. In an attempt to artificially bring up my life levels I nearly killed my offspring and myself. Further study of the effects of Earth DNA on my system is in order before trying this again. Until such time I must seek out my next breeder...