Nightlife

Finished on 2/ /2021

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Log entry 1 of operation: bumblebee. They spend so much of their night on the couch I
barely have time to work. But alas, I must carry on, or my name isn’t thread. The moment the
lights go out is the time I strike. The dog is asleep and they’re strange rat has seen me before so
I’m not alarmed. I use what little strength I have to open the door to the- Uh what do they call it
again... oh right attic. I open the door to the attic and make my move.

Log entry 2 of operation: bumblebee. Perhaps an explanation of my nightly patrol is in

order for any new members wanting to research my greatness. Whoops shouldn’t have said
that... Where is the erase button on this thing? –SECTION REMOVED FOR LACK OF RELEVENCE-
Anyways, what I do is search for weak points in this planet flamingo’s government. They have
split their strange world into pieces they call countries; this is strangely prominent for alien
worlds. I have been stationed in a country called America in a household easily affected by their
democratic/republic government. I go to what seems to be the matriarch of the household’s
computer and do as much research as I can about the current president. I am finding that
almost no articles are telling the truth whether intentionally or not, so I have to do a lot of
digging, like a lot of digging. This process usually takes a full night and I have to be very careful
as to not wake the matriarch and weaker male of the household. Needless to say between the
two of them my mission is extremely difficult.

Log entry 3 of operation: bumblebee. I stayed out too long, my position is jeopardized
and I may have to leave this planet sooner than expected. I pretended to be a swarm of bugs in
the attic by releasing my robotic drones and making buzzing noises which the dimwitted male
easily fell for. However I may have been a bit too enthusiastic as I just now have overheard
them discussing releasing a “bug bomb” in the house to kill any and all pests. From what they
have discussed this bomb seems to be hazardous to them, their “pets”, and their weak child.
They have bought the supplies and I have to stop this incident to prevent my likely death. If my
plan fails then I will have to return to the Mother ship with a hundredth of the information I
was required to gather.

Log entry 4 of operation: bumblebee. This is my last entry. I have remained unspotted
but my life is in danger. I am sitting in an enclosed space with no access to oxygen and a lack of
ability to escape this cursed house. My contact to headquarters has been severed and I do not
have enough charge to teleport myself and my tools back. I am sending this information in the
hopes that it will be of use to the mission and I will be attempting to find charge for my tools on
this world. Included below is what I have gathered. If anyone attains this please tell my husband
that I miss him.

THIS INFORMATION HAS BEEN EXTRUDED AND DUE TO HIS DISSAPEARANCE FOR AN
EXTENDED AMOUNT OF TIME, THIS AGENT HAS BEEN PRESUMED DEAD. THE
MISSION HAS BEEN ABORTED DUE TO SIMILAR CASES AROUND THE PLANET.